Swirling,
you feel the inner riches of our land.
Moving
we where all so still, bodies.
Dying,
I have felt it much before..

With the moon pulling upright
she has seen us many times.
She
keeper of much living and
dead
will continue to watch us over.

Passing.
We rotate once again.
I'm
staring deeply without eyes.
We
all wise and weepy back.
Sing
like minds, our Oceans like,
Heavy.
Our worlds and planets lone.
We,
continue to pass
and feel as though we are the ones watching.