Two souls with no two feet to mate

In separate lives do loom

Sealed by the eternal fate

Of tragic lover’s doom

And love that is but only lost

Hangs upon the moon

It waits for time that never comes

In desolate cocoon

And if it were to breathe

It would be dead by now

But love lurks underneath

Because it dreams somehow

The endless roaring of the ocean

The sound of the great machine

As it marches up and down the sands

Onto lands t’were never seen

The endless blaring of the wind

The sound of the great turbine

As it blows across the ocean

Weaving in and out of line

The endless thunder of the land

As it crashes b’neath our feet

Pulling upwards into mountains

What was buried under street

Cracked are the souls of triers

who strive for beauty in its deepest form

they cling to the shores of islands

in a fate of their own forlorn

They guard their essence with a labyrinth

which hath no open gate

There they wilt as time stands timeless

To their scorching grasping fate

Somewhere in the cottonwood

Lie the evil and the good

Standing there in perfect rows

Like an audience repose

And oh, its endless endless rows

And at the end the endless

For there I see no heaven

And all the dark is bendless