There is never a time
Now, eons preceding, or whatever earth is left beyond us
There is never a time
When the marrow of me
The primeval fragments of me
Could ever bear
To be apart
From your freckles of stardust
Or your smile of moonlight
Moonlight
There is never a time
Now, eons preceding, or whatever earth is left beyond us
There is never a time
When the marrow of me
The primeval fragments of me
Could ever bear
To be apart
From your freckles of stardust
Or your smile of moonlight
“Somewhere between the bottom of the climb and the summit is the answer to the mystery of why we climb.” -Greg Child