i glimpse the sunrise from my balcony
moments before it reaches your door
it's almost absolution; hushed wishes
thrown toward fluxing, desperate gods.

i'll send with the moon, my love -
quiet, graceless, always brief seconds
from spilling her determined truth
and with the sun's glorious entrance
my heart sends its warmth, unwavering
legends of the fate of lovers
too weak to startle this aged and swollen heart.