Turn all the night into silver dust,
let it fall through our open hands.
Turn all the silence into drumbeats,
hearts syncing with the pulse of lands.
Turn all the bruises into starfields,
every ache a comet’s flare.
Turn all the “goodbye” into river-songs
that carry us back to air.
Turn all the shadows into lanterns,
guide me where your laughter waits.
Turn all the hours into one breath—
inhale, we ignite, never separate.