We slept as two constellations in the glass heights,
Weaving patterns with fire on the nocturnal canvas.
But the light-cage was too tight – as the old ones dimmed,
We chose the explosion, to become earthly in a dream.
We scattered as sparks into the abyss across a thousand bodies,
Passing through nebulae, the chaos of fervent feelings.
The gravity of fate – an eternal compass and goal –
Led through the birth of shores not yet known.
Years of separation burned like red-hot nuclei,
Each parting – a universe growing in agony.
We breathed in the vortices where the cosmos plays its game,
And dissolved in the embraces of interstellar crossings.
Until the Earth grabbed our pulse like a magnet,
And celestial dust became our flesh and essence.
We fell as humans into a fragile and mortal world,
Binding our essences tightly in a single knot.
In the crowd, I recognized your reflection… a muffled song,
The memory of metals cannot be washed away by the rains of ages.
You are the planet toward which eternity flew,
Only to finally burn up in your warm palms.