for you, i will wake

my lady’s
voice is
as natural
as 4 a.m.
silence blanketing
the rooftops
of buildings
resonating with
the feedback
of echoes.

when she
sings, i
press my
ear to
the ground
and wait
for beauty’s
distraction -
it comes
in the
form of
a heartbeat
that crystallizes
life’s rhythm
into music.

sleep is
for those
who won’t
dance with
the dark.
when the
moon casts
a blinding
light on
dreams, my

lady sings
louder than
ever, and
shines the
light deep
inside.