To me you are my final hours -
a desert blessed by gentle showers.
You are the edge of dreams and reason;
the premiere taste at berry season.

You are a new lifes breath at waking;
the starlight bent on Armstrong's staking
that comes to crest the swaying motion
of grasslands by a glittering ocean.

And should this earth now fall asunder
amidst debris and crashing thunder
our souls entwined would thus endeavour
to fare the light years through forever.