Torch light, keep me from the hollow,
burn slow through the marrow of night.
I speak your name into the echo—
it answers white, it answers white.
Ash of every road behind me,
glows like embers in your eyes;
I walk the wire between remembering
and the moment when memory dies.
Hold me, flame, until morning
finds the shape I left behind;
if I fade, let me fade returning—
one last spark of you in my mind.