Upon the half-way Between dusk and dawn, Our eyes did see the scars of the Earth For the stars of the universe. We allowed each moon to come falling To our open arms, Finding finality in where it had landed, Between us, For us. When worlds come together In the dawn, the nearing to an end Of a drifting sleep, I stop to see the reason I crashed Like a bird whose wings vanished, Down in the arms of the one I knew best Could see me For wounds, manifold, For the haunting stare, I hurl forth. I beat motions from my heart, Stilling all else By my drifting senses, in this tumbling sleep. There is still something to fathom In comprehension of the daytime, When the moon can be merely a moon, The sun merely the sun, As I linger on both worlds, Finding beauty in either. It is that my eyes can see, Or rather, feel The flames rise to descend Back into the bowels of where they came, Buried beyond graves, Sailing beyond waves, Lost, to then be felt By every soldier to his hurtles When wandering upon life's backbone. We are as the universe, split On the tides of empathy and joy, Bliss and deception Of truths and all else things unclear About the world with its marks, Its scars Upon faded rust, Upon the crusted blood Of two gazes uniting that never fed Because it is here where they truly wed.