Just the beginning, the night is our page,
inked with the hush before sunrise breaks.
Your breath is a metronome, slow and brave,
counting the stars we haven’t yet named.
We walk where the streetlights dissolve into sea,
every wave a promise the world will repeat.
Hold my hand—hear the future ignite,
a whisper of drums in the widening sky.
If we jump, the earth will unroll like a road,
and every mile will sing, “you’re already home.”