The storm dies and our war grows larger.
Stranger tides move in disrupting the plans of old.
As the lonely moon rises returning from it's long orbit.
will this be it? we wonder will the chaos of our worlds subside?
Or will we forever long of this uncommon tide?
I've swam through the abyss, shaken the pillars of heaven.
Walked the fires and seen the grace.
But how do I coax the stars from the sky?
They must come of their own volition.
And what then if these orbits stabilize?
Will it form a binary? will the light shine?
who knows when the next rendezvous will occur.
because of this i must try
