Into the early hours we climb
as we leave those tears behind.
We try but woe the moments are lost
for every second in turn, has a cost.
Gazing into the morning moon.
We ascend with souls singing in tune.
Luna disappears behind a billowy cloud.
Resting upon the blanket of a baby blue shroud.
Finding ourselves drifting toward home
destinies entwined as we hone
within this moment we shall everlast
embraced by this, an omnipotent grasp.
Though my dear we found the light.
A place that was hidden within plain sight.
If worldly actions could have changed a thing
our hearts would still pound, yet on a different string.