Late night, Lights low You landed on my shoulder Soft weight Teach my restless heart to read 3 a.m 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
