Listening to the choir,
watching you sing,
a lost smile returns,
how it once moved me
when our lights first met.
Gravity in your eyes
shining with allusion,
staring into the abyss
at the undressed truth
of a forgiving heart.
Whispering your stillness
to make me forget
the guilt held in flames,
doing what you can
to know how to mend.
A warm breeze stroking,
frail wings spreading;
a quiet promise at night—
even doubts learn to pause,
gazing at shooting stars.