the empty space and atmosphere between us
is always bending
morphing
growing
and shrinking.
the air we breathe is the same
and
the universe and stars
that hang above our stage
is shared.
my moon
is also yours
and the ancients before us.
if I called your syllables into the void
eventually
it will always find it's way back to you,
drifting and floating
along the particles and dust
that separate
cities states and countries apart
only by invisible lines
drawn in the sand
hopefully you will smile
when you hear
the darkness sing sweetly
your name
and
you'll know