Gloria, Continued - Luca Fogale

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