Time still stands between,
dunes arise to hide the miles
to Desert's Spring.

After departing,
a cameo in my dreams,
a name off my lips.

But the scars still hurt
when we remember too much
how it felt to be.

Swallowing heartache,
fighting the urge to be free,
it might be too late.

That's what the stars feel,
watching their neighbors burn out
vast light years away...