A struggle done a thousand times over...
A pursuit of light, ever growing without pause...
A wait long done and remembered...
Not an age to regret, not a moment done wrong...
Each second, each breath, done and taken...
Everything with thought of ever closing...
The gap, the space, the distance ever slowing...
And time that halts in one single evening...
There two souls once long apart...
Has come and glittered, bright and warm...
Then time again moves with distance...
And souls, together, again apart they become...
So wait, and wait, for another meeting...
The two, ever waiting, hoping for another one evening...
~end~
