Luminous Tide

The room is breathing slowly We arrive without a hurry

(ahhhh) I count the ceiling lines

Like paths across still water

Your name rests on the table

Beside a cooling cup

Nothing asks me to run

Nothing asks me to prove (ahhhh)

I am held by the quiet

I am warm where I stand

Let the day loosen its fingers

Let the night

open its hands (ooh)

A curtain lifts by inches

Morning gathers in the glass

I speak to every small thing

As if it might speak back

The floor remembers footsteps

The walls remember

rain (ahhhh)

I am held by the quiet

I am warm where I stand

Every breath

becomes a lantern

Every hour

becomes a hand (ooh)

If I forget the way back

Let the window keep its blue

Let the dust turn into weather

Let my hands become new

I do not need an answer

Only somewhere soft to stay (ahhhh)

I am held by the quiet

I am warm where I stand

Let the day loosen its fingers

Let the night open its hands

Stay with me, gentle hour

Stay until I understand (ooh)

The room is breathing slowly

And I am listening (ahhhh)