Mouth full of moonlight
Quietly plagued by your urbane dimensions.
Next to some dazzling lover
Gods dreamt of you, while
The earth expired.
Where we frequently defy the laws of peace
And civilizations drown mirthlessly
In their own self-righteousness
In the begining, all was forgotten.
And in the end, it wasn't the wars
That we remembered
But the tired songs of those left beside us.
The ones that hold us up
Even when they are falling down.