martes, 18 de agosto de 2015





The clock has stopped
And the light is still
The whiteness is getting
Under our skin

On our gray hair
On our pale faces
You can see the ashes
Of what we were yesterday

Life is now resting
Of what life used to be
Life now goes by
Without us on the screen

We float and we wait
For the bright, endless sleep
Even then, and forever
Together we will be.