help me
help me dream
of what
needs to be dreamt

remind me
to remember

the sense
that is found
in silence

that the breaking
of the heart
is the making of the heart

the deeper we go
the less we know
the more we shine

don’t hide your light
the stars are nothing without us
in a billion years they will know of us

you and me
and whatever beauty
we choose to weave in this world
just as we are woven

from starlight
and silence
and whatever is meant
to be dreamt