May this be love, dripping like silver rain,
pooling in the bell of a midnight guitar.
Let it shimmer, let it sting,
let it bend the sky until the stars confess
they were only ever mirrors of your eyes.
I’m a waterfall running backwards,
trying to climb into the cloud that birthed me;
catch me in your cupped hands,
drink the echo of my thunder,
and I’ll keep humming this blue electric lullaby
until the morning forgets how to break.