Pestle

I'm the snowcapped peaks

Where moth's wings fell

I am the valley that needs its bell

Or the mortar ever waiting for

A pestle

To come down

As the moon washes its ashen face

I will breathe it's flakes into my lungs, like crumbling paint

Of a brush with no artist there

It's drying

I've been lying just waiting

Todas las polillas serán

Cascaras vacías

Y me uniré a ellas

Me uniré a ellas

Y dormiré con ellas

And the bird's crest go up in flames

So the nests that we so carefully made

Will just slowly disintegrate

I floated

I'll dissolve too someday

Me tiembla el alma

Buscando una luna

Una luz cualquiera que me pueda dar

No lo sé

Todas las polillas serán

Cascaras vacías

Me uniré a ellas

Me uniré a ellas

Y dormiré con ellas

Me uniré a ellas

The day I overdosed on the beach front

The pale blue morning sky

Came apart like so many puzzle pieces in front of me

And then just

Nothing

And when I came to, I would have given anything

For you to appear out of nothing

And just hold me

Todas las polillas serán

Cascaras vacías

Y me uniré a ellas