Lanterns float where the silence sings,
paper moons on midnight wings.
I trace your name in the river’s breath,
each vowel a spark that outlives death.
Drums of dusk beat low and slow,
ember heart in the afterglow.
We burn our shadows, let them rise,
constellations in each other’s eyes.
Follow the light through the pines,
love is a lantern that never resigns.