Reaching out across the stars,
we've had to fight since birth,
so that our burning avatars
could unite our lights on earth.
Arms raised not to withdraw
beneath the crying horizon,
a closing coup de grâce
where a shattered moon is rising.
Towards one another we race
with no space left to divide
the endless dancing embrace
of two worlds that finally collide.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
Reaching out across the stars,
we've had to fight since birth,
so that our burning avatars
could unite our lights on earth.
Arms raised not to withdraw
beneath the crying horizon,
a closing coup de grâce
where a shattered moon is rising.
Towards one another we race
with no space left to divide
the endless dancing embrace
of two worlds that finally collide.
