The battles I have worn
still show their faces
in the form of stars,
blinking into constellation,
and leading to revelation
of what nights are,
and what the moon chases,
and how my heart has torn.
The battles I have worn
still show their faces
in the form of stars,
blinking into constellation,
and leading to revelation
of what nights are,
and what the moon chases,
and how my heart has torn.