I woke beneath a borrowed name Where walls were woven out of flame My mother smiled, the city shone I wore the role I called my own Yet every footstep, every door Had crossed the silver screen before Between two scenes, the silence stirred And from beyond the light, I heard: You are not the light within the frame You are the fire that taught the stars their names You are not the shadow learning how to be You are the boundless sky behind all you see Before the first horizon ever came You were the fire behind the frame I saw the mountains bloom from light The oceans breathe beneath the night The sun, the streets, the rooms, the rain Were constellations on one pane Each face I feared that I might lose Was love in one of countless roles Beyond the ending, vast and clear The one who watched was always here I took the pen away from fear I choose creation. I am here I gave the lonely child a home I wrote the final word: Love We are more than light within the frame We are the fire calling every world by name We are the dreamer and the dream set free The breath before the birth of every galaxy Now every heart becomes a rising sun The screen dissolves; the seen and seer are one We are the author, witness, and the flame Forever burning bright behind the frame
