We sit upon the shore of an airless sea,
Seeping into the miniscule infinity.
Feet buried beneath the frigid tears
Breath shining upon us from jaded years.
Hollowed beneath the sand, a water flows
The only place where everyone knows
Does not exist, so cannot mend,
If infinity's forever, then why must it end?
A hand reaches up and never comes down,
The top shelf galaxy that never was found.
Keep dreaming and it may come true
The sorrow ever warming the blue.
The fields of glass with its luminous glow
Lines of blood leading into the snow
The people never furthering than dolls.
When the wolves are silent, the moon howls.