Silent Symphony

And while these glasses are filled

With thoughts, and emptied of wine

Let's not spill ourselves tonight.

Let the moon- which slowly crawls

Past the purple-hued sky, remain

Ever silent- behind the veil of clouds

Not unlike us, with our veils intact

Speaking of the far lost time- or maybe

Of times to come, let us not forget

That roads are meant to walk on

To separate- to understand- That 

Emptiness is not the same as loneliness

Yet the heartless body sinks in the ocean

Of excruciating pain- the selfsame way.

And while these glasses are filled

With thoughts, and emptied of wine

Let us not speak of ourselves tonight

My love, for silence to silence,

Let us resurrect a dying symphony.

Neither yours, nor mine.