At day’s end, come, fall here beside me.

For you come home from the world; your scent is of ozone, harsh wind, and smoke.

For the city rose up all around you, cold and hard rock garden.

And you wove joys and lives and fates within it.

And above you in the sky, a point upon which wheeled the cosmos; your moment, your brilliance, your star…

And through a day of burning, where you sang, confessed, gave all of yourself and fell into dark…

…you come home and sink into my love, this light which remains, a bright star of promise in the heart of night