One
There are billions of tiny specks
Across a studded gloss sky
Black in hue
But with a blue and red glow
Might one travel alone?
Two
Speed fast on each trail
No sense of gravity or time
No second to take a breath
Each light breeds Inertia
How might we come back?
Three
Rest blanket across the moon
So perhaps someone exists
Rest back on hollow void
Ones mind paints such stories
Can we stay a bit longer?
Four
Veracious tales lie and wait
Deep within these stars
Alive for centuries
Whispering words resembling the past
May we hear your history?
Five
Looking back keeps memories juxtaposed
Reciprocal from the time-line
But ready to unfold
May we sleep amongst you?
Where our home once was
