Time moves in strange ways
at the edge of the Tera Famosa;
on some days
I swear
I can see the worlds move.
The nights are colourless on Pedra Draku:
you look out across the Lion City,
and all you can see
is trauma,
and dread,
and a death moving so quickly and quietly slow
there is no time to make peace with the fact that everything you have accomplished
is ultimately meaningless.
So make peace with this instead:
the fact that when you look sideways,
out at the darkening stars and in at the brightening sea,
you can see Them in all their glory,
lighthouses and harbours,
islands and dreams,
splendors and majesties
of the stories that we were given too much space to forget.
What else can strike you but terror?
It is true;
maybe all that haunts us, when the constellations start to flicker
is merely a product
of what we believe is only mine.