What Is Made Out Of Silver And Air
09/02 2022
Through these conflicting moments
Trying to figure out why
The moon is always on my side,
In all the familiar reflections.
I embrace as memories,
As the old man parsing
Reality by its morning sun
When I arise anew
The conflit arises as well,
In whatever is new that day
I'll find you,
In whatever dream is below,
My windowsill.
While dreams are for the wicked,
Consider me the sinner
Consider me for the fly upon the wall
Of naivety, of bravely cowardly causes,
That proudly clads the iron wall.
Calmly, everlastingly, among the quiet.
Love may leave a scar;
Leave me, please,
In the hopeless quest,
Hopelessly righteous,
Famished to what else,
But the eternal rest.
At that last moment,
Still find me to reach
That moonlight,
Shivering everlasting.