Love in the longest Night

~Breath, Rewritten~

I stood at the brink, naming it "finish",
and the brink answered "door".
Hinges of light turned,
and everything I thought was last
arrived wearing dawn.

Air learned my name again.
My ribs opened like windows in summer,
curtains lifting, salt and sun rushing in.
I filled with a sky I hadn't met before,
a first language returning to the mouth.

You were there –
quiet as a hand over a tremor,
certain as tide under moon –
and the silence between our hearts
became one long exhale of trust.

We shared a pulse,
a single lantern carried through dark rooms,
and all the rooms remembered their colors.
Ash spoke in embers, embers in flame,
and the old map folded itself into a bird.

Now every street is an artery of morning.
Now every moment is lung and lantern.
I draw the world in, let the world go,
again, again –
each breath a seed cracking open to green.

What ended became origin.
What broke became passage.
With you, I do not merely survive the air –
I am air, I am river, I am beginning,
beginning, beginning.

(2025)