And then there
In the silence
As the tides
Of past passion
Lick at the
Soles of our
Feet wicking away
The devastation of
Littered clothes we
Bask in the
Moonlight and wonder
If maybe creation
Was like this
The clashing of
Two heavenly bodies
Against the other
Taking some of
One a little
Of the other
And amidst the
Dust of eternity
Two becomes one
One new world
