Gloria, Continued

Gloria, Continued

In all of these thoughts

I feel a silence,

And finally, here,

A sort of rest.

And, everything we had

Washed clean of novelty, at last.

For all that you’re worth

I leave you slowly,

With temperate breath

And softened step,

While, nothing but your dreams,

And your waking hours are left.

But, everything is folded up,

Everything is folded up.

So, eventually I

Will wake in stillness,

Desperate for

What I felt last,

Oh, but all the times that I

Held you in selfish greed have passed.

Oh, all the times that I

Held you in selfish greed have passed.