The ridges of Tycho reach out,
through the miles and the nothing,
ancient dreams beckon remembrance.

Lakes of historic pasts flood,
drowning memories of today,
now reflecting on sister oceans.

Moods and tides,
pulling emotions to the side of madness,
as throaty howls ring out

Light mirrored shows only one side,
the other perpetually in darkness,
two sides of a coin, never flipped.

A calling in the fullness,
dynamic music plays in my ears,
a promise in the night.

A sly cheshire grin,
to fully blocking the sun,
when it's eye opens at the right time.

A foreboding,
a promise of growth,
and worshipped in the night