In the hush between heartbeats I whisper your name,
the storm in my chest becomes hymn.
Broken bells of the past still ring,
yet your breath on the wind turns every wound into wine.
We walk on water we once cried,
leaving footprints of salt and starlight.
Hold me until the echo learns silence,
until guilt unclenches its steel-gray hand;
in this fragile flare of dawn we are forgiven,
alive, alight, and forever unchained.