3AM

Glass crosses my horizon.
Orange fringes my sky.
When does the heat go cold?

Port horn calls your freedom.
Shock sees these eyes blind.
If you cry the heat only grows.

Shame filters solid sleep.
Mountains claim naked surrender.
Try to cover the heat,
It will be okay.

Terror catches on fire.
Shelter slowly sinks forward.
Treasures cast doubt.
Eden is lost.

Don't fear,
Just hide.
Wait.
Love.

It will be okay. I promise.
I believe.

Faith builds a city.
It is all you have.
Faith, and heat