You are the star turning at the center of the stage
When your lashes fall, fragments of the Milky Way scatter
And we are the embers gathered beneath the eaves
Before countless screens, saving up our faint glow
There’s no need to speak of all those restless dawns and dusks
The arc of a raised light stick catches just right
The unsaid folds in your song
Each answering voice is one spark colliding with another
When the spotlight briefly softens its edge
We fold the lingering warmth into the gaps between our days
Watching you grow ever more upright with time
And the embers keep burning bright:
The moon forever glowing in the palm of our hands
