The Heartbeat Symphony

I heard the moon inside your sleeping vein, 
 a silver drum beneath the midnight rain. 
   
 No map could hold the places we withdrew, 
 yet every distant road still sings of you. 
   
 Let unsent words dissolve into the blue, 
 let tender silence make a home of two. 
   
 Your heart — a symphony of ash and light, 
 keeps my whole sky awake, 
 softly awake, 
 tonight.

We built a dawn from fragments of goodbye, 
 and taught the broken stars come back to sky. 
   
 Beneath the weight of all we could not say, 
 the wounded tide kept pulling night away. 
   
Your heartbeat heard in every empty room, 
 a hidden garden flowering through the gloom. 
   
 And when the silence opened like a door, 
 I knew that loss could not erase us anymore.

So let the dark become the ink of wings, 
 let every scar remember how to sing. 
   
 If love is only light the void can keep, 
 then be my constellation — 
 burning 
 in the deep.

An everlasting heartbeat symphony of yours
will do the greatest miracle, we know this both,
of course.