A hush like dawn slips under skin
Small lanterns wake where doubts have been;
I walk a road without a map
And find new stars within the gap
The air is stitched with quiet threads
They pull me past the path that spreads;
A mile of rain a mile of fire
Both bend toward the same desire
I trade my fear for barefoot light
Let gravel sing beneath the night;
A secret wind reshapes my name
It sets my scattered sparks to flame
I lift my gaze beyond the known
Where empty fields have wildly grown;
The harvest waits in open hands
I step the dark itself expands