There Is No Clementine · July 2026

Borrowed Light

Orange skies fell softlyOver hearts without a holdSparkles drifted namelessThrough a warmth that can't be touched

Where should unlived memories returnWhen everyone seems to moved on

Under the gray of heavenA borrowed light remainsNot enough to be heldLike the rim of an eclipseLetters so sweet written in starsBeneath the firm wordsWaiting for a kinder worldWhere one can write with tears

Purple skies fell softlyOver hopes without vesselBroken on every shardsScattered forever to the void

Where should forbidden warmth be laidWhen even prayers still ache

For sure God has countedEach unsheltered tendernessEvery colors replaced with blackEvery tears denied its springWould it be enoughThis borrowed light of mine?

Under the gray of heavenA borrowed light remainsNot enough to be heldLike the rim of an eclipseLetters so sweet written in starsBeneath the firm wordsWaiting for a kinder worldWhere one can write with tears

Beyond the azure of skiesThis borrowed light returnsStill wandering for a heartLike the rim of an eclipseIt slowly fades with the sunlightAbove the mirageDreaming of a lush prairieWhere one can rest in peace