On that summer’s night these wings saw flight.
On a summer’s night my hopes flared bright.
Head swimming, storms of silvered love
Soaring boundless, ever farther above
Fateful moment, so cruel and unjust
Now all we had is no more than dust
Mercy’s no elixir. Is there an escape?
Teach me, love, make me a believer.
Unquiet visions at night, and will I live?
Break me, love, make me a survivor.
Lying pained so long I cry.
Fighting time and sharp self-loathing.
Can I break depression’s hold?
I yearn for consolation once more.
Scars will fade with time’s caress;
Pain is dulled by age and wisdom;
Deeper things are not forgotten;
Here I stand, armoured again.