How can I believe
by light of stars,
the things you speak?
I can see it in your eyes
the wine
makes inhibitions weak.
In this light
I'm special.
But this eve I know
that tomorrow
I'll be hidden;
nothing will show.
The faith you see,
the trust you feel
won't hang upon the wall.
By sobriety of sunlight
you'll have
no need to call.
Intoxicate my brain.
But fire in my soul,
is not as high.
When no one
tends the glow
the embers die.
You, master
teach me
what forgetting is.
My back is turned.
I have no need
and nothing to give.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
How can I believe
by light of stars,
the things you speak?
I can see it in your eyes
the wine
makes inhibitions weak.
In this light
I'm special.
But this eve I know
that tomorrow
I'll be hidden;
nothing will show.
The faith you see,
the trust you feel
won't hang upon the wall.
By sobriety of sunlight
you'll have
no need to call.
Intoxicate my brain.
But fire in my soul,
is not as high.
When no one
tends the glow
the embers die.
You, master
teach me
what forgetting is.
My back is turned.
I have no need
and nothing to give.
Taken for granted. Nothing gained, nothing ventured. Even in zoology and anthropology, the dove will leave when nothing can be won from a hawk.
