Silver light spills through the windowpane
Dust motes dance like ghosts in the afterglow
Your voice a frequency I can’t explain
Pulling tides I’ll never truly know
In this lunar hush we drift apart
Gravity surrenders to the dark
Every orbit finds me where you are
A satellite of borrowed stars
The night unwinds in frequencies so low
Static hums the secrets we outgrew
I trace your shadow where the gardens grow
Under moons that only shine on you