Wayne Orr

In the gentle hush between heartbeats,
Two worlds that were separate collide.
A trembling hand finds yours,
Time suspends in amber light.

Eyes meeting, asking questions
Words could never frame just right.
The slow lean in, breath catching—
A universe condensed to candlelight.

When lips finally touch, so softly,
Like whispers trading secrets in the dark,
There blooms a quiet revelation:
This is how new stories start.

Not fireworks, but something deeper—
A current running warm and true.
In that first hesitant meeting,
The world remakes itself anew.

I carry it still, that moment,
When everything shifted into place.
The kiss that wasn’t just a kiss,
But the first light of grace.