We were as radiant as the moon that shined in our eyes
Because we were back to those days laughing in its light
A nameless, hopeless choir reminiscent of the moments of adagio
The ceaseless winds that we transcribed into a language all could understand
Never knowing we were writing nocturnes of our own beauty
But it brought me to that moment when the moon failed to shine
That’s when the chorus began.
To remind of the grave, and the lost
The accelerando of the sun
To beat down our fatuous darkness
The bluest skies
To block out the romantic music that had given me my soul
Yet stole yours
As I eagerly watch the sun set it’s greedy gold body down the horizon I hear a cadence
But it’s sly and deceptive
Now the sun rising as if the night had passed my love
Stealing or shielding me from that reprise
To live in this purgatory of repeats.