It Calls Us Home

The time before it all fell apart will forever be sealed to memory.

There can be no way to forsake the lives that were lived

The roads that were picked for walking

The hearts chosen for breaking.

Too many nights were left in hopeless, aimless doubt.

The sanctity of the love shared was cast down

Like pearls before swine.

The power that drove the emotion died out.

The river was dammed

All the provisions were stolen by raiders.

There was no hope left for the hopeless romantics.

Passion, beauty, desire, and chaos

All left by the way side.

Imagine the collapse of such hearts.

The torment of sleepless nights

Where all that could be done was stare up at the ceiling

Wishing that something would change.

The phone would ring or the door would knock.

The Universe pulled it apart

But as a cruel reminder

Forces the mind to replay the life that was shared.

Perhaps the Universe tore it apart

Because the pieces that must be found are

Scattered across the infinite cosmos.

Instead of settling down for a safe, complacent life

A voyage must be taken.

The stars must be conquered.

Every planet must be explored.

Then, when the edge of the Universe has been touched

When the pieces that were lost have been collected

And carefully reassembled

All will be ready to push beyond what is known

And disappear into the darkness of a new life.