Lagrange (2019)

In the golden age of memories

We were as ships in harbor

And all our journeys seemed to end

And we had found each other.

But soon the tides had bade us hence

Adventure called us forward

And part of me, in you, departed

We danced to higher order.

And now you stand a little taller

Your skin browned by strange suns

Your hair fragranced with foreign seas

Your eyes now deeper ones.

And I found moons and starlit fields

Made beds of orchid chimes

Wild mountain tops with faerie folk

Seduced by colder climes.

But still I feel, my foreign friend

The harmony of you

And dream of days when once again

The one unites from two