A perfect equilibrium,
gravitationally balanced between Luna and Earth.
A place in space where peace gives birth.

Earth at my head and Luna at my feet.
Up and down does not reside here,
where my soul has found the cure.

Here I am alone, to watch the Earth kneel to its orbit.
Here in this point, hell I can forget.

The clouds become shrouds around the wet body. Mountain tips peek through weather thick and thin, piercing through the polluted sin.

Luna at my feet, in a tidal lock.
She only shows her face,
waiting on an orbital clock.

Fifty billion years till Earth returns the synchronous favor.
Looks her in the eye and and her beauty she will savor.
A thank you for the ocean wave,
and the path to life she did pave.