Glasslight Rising

Light behind the glass. A clean room, then a crack. I hold my breath in the spill. You wore your innocence like water. It shook in the windowpane. When the surface gave way, you met the cold floor. I watched the flash hit earth, and something in me woke. I was going numb. Now I can breathe. Pulse in my chest. Say you feel me. Your love is a light in the dark. We burn, and we make new stars. From ash, we rise — we rise. I feel it all. I ran out of oxygen. Fell through the ground, eyes open. My soul went quiet in the weight. Then you came close, put heat back in my hands, and pulled me into color. I was going numb. Now I can breathe. Hold me through the surge. Do you feel me? Your love is a light in the dark. We burn, and we make new stars. From ash, we rise — we rise. No more half-heart. Pull me in. Pull me in. I’m here. I’m in. If I break again, don’t turn away. Leave your hand on my head. Let the storm pass through. I’ll stand — I’ll stay. Closer. Higher. Hold on. Right now. Your love is a light in the dark. We burn, and we make new stars. From ash, we rise — we rise. I feel it all, at last. I feel it. I feel it. At last.