We drifted into the azure crust of the sphere.
Where the somber mountains melted against the distant sky.
We were bound together, encased in the benign space of a tempest.
And we walked against the cool current of air that passed.

Trotting among the obscured stories that were whispered
within the breath of a shriek,
we gazed upon the billows of fog
that manifested from the onyx horizon just below.
Even in the coldest winter,
we find the invisible summer.

The home was shared between us all
where the arms of our emerald ancestors outstretched for the sky.
Under the brilliant breadth of stars that captured
the midnight glow of the moon.

They lead the solemn path of the firmament
and ran across to hang off the corner, but they never fell.
And we skipped down the walkways of the earth.

We lived through a journey of unity and tranquility combined.
But what was seen as just a star leaping across the somber mountains
had lead to our bones buried deep within the silt of land.
And the energy had retrieved itself back into the universe.

There we laid until nothing but our skeletons had awoken yet again.
But nothing was the same.