Sunrise

When the light comes on And through every street The city is doused pink By the dust of crushed hours And you are alone only in flesh And the ghosts you've loved walk with you Here, on the edge of memory When you are free only for the length of your name held in my mouth And the dawn coming off the windows turns our hands blood-red And we are children again Running heart-first towards the end of laughter How strong will we be? How brave? How every syllable alive? No one told us we were good But we were good In possession of the cells flowering As it vanishes inside all the yesterdays behind us How can we not jump? Here, at the end Where each of your burning wings is finally Made of music