When dreams are falling
Cascading from the heavens
Tormenting temples
Burning shoulders
Scalding trembling thighs

When the sky no longer cradles the moon
And the stars forget to dance through the night
When the birds lose their morning songs
And the sun calls in sick

Who will place a gentle hand
Upon the weary, crippled back
To offer grace
And absolve shame

“It’s okay, 
I know you’re tired.
Rest now,
I will be here when you wake”

That would be enough
To begin again