When I look at the horizon
I see not a line but a question...

Oh behold thy face
That charms thine life...

She's just a wave traveling back and forth
she lingers there to touch the shore...

Every night there's a lady
Looking at the far end galaxy...

Let the universe separate you and me
Let the black hole take you from thee...

A majestic grandeur laying on her horizon
Will capture any painter's simplest illusion...

Let the mountains separate you and me
Let them hinder thy kept whispers to thee...

Every day the Horizon patiently waits
For the Sun's loving-gentle embrace...

She cries
as the tree glows green in the morn...

At last the dots have been connected
The unspoken no longer rehearsed...

Figment fragment
false fate perhaps...

She cries...
as the tree's wall crumbles...