awake on this shore, half strangled by halos
my hand on this door, your heart in the last row
if all this decay expires in your mercy
meticulous breaths, drawn only in lamplight
then maybe tonight I'll reach through these curtains
and out in the room you'll marry the moon
 
I promise you this with whatever power
I'll never grow tired, awake through these moments
astonished to be, expecting the angels
turned out in the light and standing in witness
I'll hold you asleep, I'll watch 'til the traces
take over from fear, and banish the distance
courageous and lost, determined and wind-sent