AN OVERTURE TO ILLUMINATION
improvement
i thought we learned from our mistakes,
but i guess we became them,
gauzes of lies and regrets break our bones,
and all there is left to do,
is to shake our heads.
s p a c e d
may symphonies be the echo,
that you kiss your lover to sleep,
every night,
i’ll make my way,
out of your moonlight,
into the silent noise,
of the silent night.