One day the moon will stop.
Settling it's last motion unto eternal stillnes;
And the ground will quake, craters will rattle
And we'll lift like lanterns, light as lit matchsticks
As we rise to the final night sky.
Joining the ranks of stars forever stillborn.
The oceans will quiver along one last circlet
In ode to their past life and the lives they lived through,
And we will look down at our old skin...
Never feeling ready enough to properly reincarnate;
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
One day the moon will stop.
Settling it's last motion unto eternal stillnes;
And the ground will quake, craters will rattle
And we'll lift like lanterns, light as lit matchsticks
As we rise to the final night sky.
Joining the ranks of stars forever stillborn.
The oceans will quiver along one last circlet
In ode to their past life and the lives they lived through,
And we will look down at our old skin...
Never feeling ready enough to properly reincarnate;
