You sang a song I couldn’t know.
The moon had soaked the blood of life,
The words were lost beneath the rain,
The ghosts of ghosts sat at our feet.
You screamed as if the world had lungs,
The shattered glass smoothed soft by tides.
No speech could reach the pain you brought
Into the sealight roar of dawn.
You danced one evening on a lawn,
Immaculate in lunar silk.
You skipped the shadows with each step,
Your starfish heart within my heart.
You sang, you danced, you screamed, you drank,
You came alive as sunlight sank.