From the edge of our swollen solar system
Lingering just beyond our orbital reach
Is the faintest of calls
A pattern in space
Barely discerned
We reach for it
Blindly grasping
We seek its existence
We wish it to life
But it's dark where we lie
Our vision's obscured
And we're broken
Declassified
Exhausted
Isolated
And then through the cracks
Their yellow seeps into our atmosphere
Their symbiotic notes fill the air
Bathe our shoulders and fall
Into a reluctant ground
Where life begins
Audio: https://soundcloud.com/mike-rollain/altereds-lament