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