Sirius, ignite in me,
burn the dark I used to breathe;
your pulse is a comet,
threading silver through my veins.
We rise where the night breaks open,
every throb a gate to elsewhere—
I follow the flare you drop like breadcrumbs,
a pilgrim of stardust, barefoot on bass.
Fold the silence into thunder;
let the sky remember our names.
When gravity forgets its purpose,
we’ll still orbit this endless drop—
two sparks looping,
never touching,
never stopping.