Coda

Late night, lights low
You landed on my shoulder
Soft weight
Teach my restless heart to read
3 AM

Speak through me
Gold eyes in the dark
For the nights you drift
Wings on the wind
When I kill the light
Wisdom comes

Dog‑eared page
Open like unanswered prayers
You say
Wisdom is a just bruise after trust

I keep chasing the dawn
With my back to it now
We don't know a thing
Till the moment is gone

The owl of her takes its flight
Only when the shades of night are gathering

She just blinks
Like she's seen it all somewhere
With languages of the night