Your voice drifts through the drifting haze
a distant fire across my chest
it lifts the ashes of my days
and folds them into needed rest
Your warmth rewrites my jagged hours
guides wandering echoes toward their light
my scattered faith regains its power
beneath your gaze both calm and bright
No map can draw the path you carve
no script can trace the way you stay
your presence feeds the hope I starve
and carries all my dark away
The world turns vast beneath our step
yet everything grows close as such
for night grows mild and stars rise kept
where you and I our shadows touch