Some say it's ok,
to sit and wait
but in this day,
even though
Rivers keep flowing and
Oceans keep turning tides,
There must be a point,
where the cycle ends.

The rock that we once rested upon
now decays into the earth
The one, the only,
that we had truly adored.

There comes a point,
where fact and fiction must settle.
Truth becomes a reality
and spades shape themselves,
into hearts.

Having a choice,
to cultivate our surroundings,
Or letting them just sift away,
into the unknown.

When it's only a "matter of time"
and that time no longer matters,
When the sun just fades into the night,
The nature behind it all,
a vision becomes clear.

Evidently,
the queen has prevailed,
once again,
made her command,
and power has been struck over you.
Love is stronger than the fantasies
that keep you up at night.

So, as the moon makes its final rest
upon the stage that was set,
I will respect the beauty
of the scene  
and remember the majestic act
that we once performed.