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