Seraphim, veiled in dawn’s pale fire,
whisper my name through the lattice of smoke.
I rise on your breath, a moth of ash and longing,
circling the wound where silence once sang.
In your eyes, galaxies fold into prayer;
each heartbeat a fallen star I collect in my palms.
Carry me, winged shadow, across the river of night—
let me drown luminous, reborn in your light.