At Night
I want to kiss the tiny quiet inside of you,
that buried burden you keep so well hidden from sight.
But it shines there, bright enough that I can see it
through your thin skin at night when you are sleeping.
I wonder what happened to you then, to turn your gold into grey.
But you're still the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,
and I want to hold you, hold you in my arms until your heart is resting.
