Panic sheets

My fists are clenched tight 
I am awake 
cold in the night 
Hands slender for right
In the shape of yours
brilliant star lights 
Up your eyes 
With hope inside 
to heal tender places 
We can't find 
By ourselves 
Dip this in the wishing well 
Take a few breaths for me
On the way down 
Fists clenched 
In ecstasy 
singing something
In someone's ear