The midnight meets my memoirs
Passages of fire and ice lay strewn on the bed
Lassitude and lethargy turn to stupor
I wonder if the world will be the same
Tomorrow and tomorrow
I grow into a poor version of myself
Like a book re-read only without interest
Promises are kept and the people live half lives
Death is the only completion
That the vault of the sky offers
Even with its pale sunlight
When love was in my life
I never questioned persons
Often their intentions were true
Nothing is truer than the tacit understanding
Between us
Lost on a sea
But still the sea still takes
My sails away from the eye of hurricane
I might reach the catechism that is the horizon