On the shattered face of the mirrored sky,
A crescent-moon
smile still lingers with pride.
Though merely another temporary victory torn
From the impending majesty of oncoming
dawn.
Behind the galaxy's golden gate,
Solitary figures gathered,
await.
On a fiery comet's tail we ride,
Sailing beyond the waves of time.
In a repose of shadows, braced for the death
Of this
constant world where life holds its breath,
I see you standing but a stone's throw from fear -
Under my aegis it shall
never come near.
From the moment of creation, a watery birth,
Through
revolving cycles of this dying earth;
This instant of recognition - nexus of new morn -
Blessed with the connection
of souls together born.
