Our world is moving further away ,.
Two worlds that once became one .
and here we are on two fluffy clouds ,
drifting further from the sun .

letting go of our silver strings
set before the stars .
Set  before an ink well ,
writing poetry for one .

And then we saw two stars burn out ,
and die,
before our very eyes ,
two lost galaxies lost in time .
And then before a rising sun,
form magestically into one .