There stood a big bot at the center of the six finger woods.
Little blue has awoken from a dead slumber.

Little blue meets everyone at the crash site.
And becomes the collector of parts for their ship.

The search begins beyond the Huttle drop.
It continues into the junk pits.

Sleet falls from the skies.
And a part has been retrieved.

The survivors smile as they're one step closer to leaving.
One step closer to going home.

Little blue enters the ghost lake.
The cut machine there is cutting.

Pieces of big bots everywhere.
And a static song ever singing in the air.  

Little blue gets past the cut machine.
Another part is found.

The singer roams about.
A large yellow bio bot scary and tall.

Little blue defeats it.
And gathers another part.

Soon the ship is ready for takeoff.
But the static song in the sky will cause it to crash.

You strange shadow people.
Behind the screen.
In-between worlds.
You think I've never seen.

Cry for the colors.
Of an uncolored coloring book.
You're empty to me.
That much I can see.

Don't feel threaten.
Just know your role.
Never mind that.
You silly brat.

I held the lightning As I watched the new sun walk across the sky.
The ball of endless flame lit up the new day in this endless night.
All that black was truly white.
Colors now exist.

I held the sun As I watched the lightning fill the sky.
The storms sang an opera of thunder as the rain sang in endless melody. The storm song sang rivers into the land.

I held the emerald light in my open hands and let the rain song sing it into the earth.  Soon the winds of the new day will caress the leaves of the first forest.  

In this new twilight a reset has begun. And in endless time we were back to the beginning in one leap of belief. The songs are being heard for the first time yet again.

The light chasm.
All the way down the endless pit.
It had been here all along.

After all the stars were consumed.
The universe was the endless pit.
The all dark consumed all light that sparked and shined.
All light that glowed and illuminated.

I traversed the endless dark wilderness.
With nothing but hope.
And in doing so I left behind newborn stars in my wake.
Expanding the universe behind me.

It was never a chasm of light.
It was me.
My travels were creating a newborn light.
It's why I could never reach the light.
I was the light.

Calm nights accompanied by slow healing.
Split seconds of eternity run on by.
Guitar by the burning fire.
Songs of yesterday.
And songs just now written by the fire and me.

Songs of the quiet world.
And the screaming stars above.
They currently cannot outshine the moon.
Which adds a silver glowing ambience only empyreans could paint.

I'm at peace.
I have let all the storms pass on by.
And await the new oncoming ones.
I begin to pocket the stolen time.