In the hush between heartbeats we drift,
silver trails of breath on midnight glass.
Your voice, a lantern swung across inner space,
paints constellations where no stars ever passed.
We are echo and answer, weightless, unbound,
turning memory into auroras that never touch ground.
Hold this moment—liquid, slow, infinite—
let it bloom, let it break, let it glow.
When the city lights fade, we’re still swaying,
a reverie no dawn can take.