I will never know how
this reaches you or where
or even if

They are only words
sung to the raging fires of dusk
because today was another mystery
we are not permitted to solve

We are only always reaching
because reaching is only always
what we do when the night
comes alive in the light
of these tiny cities we call our hearts

When you finally lie down
and peel back the darkness
I will give you my dreams -

in the silence, under the burning flowers
in the spaces between light and whispering