the blackest of all moments
and I would lift you up, even if
my wings were torn and broken.
into our room, just cover your eyes;
listen to the leaves brushing our window pane.
the deepest of all nights
and I would rescue you, even if
I had no saving grace left.
out of our fields, ignore the aching hunger;
listen to the rain seeping into our rich soil.
you’ve lost your way
and I would believe in you, even if