Blue Shift

I see the energy and life
I see the movement in strife
I see the ebb and flow
I see stars and know

It's not the destiny we were handed
It is how we fly until we've landed
We're the slaves to time and space
And in the end, lost to grace

The blue shift rises coming towards
Blanketing us on radiant subtle shores
Darkness falls bringing morning dew
And on the morrow, I'll be seeing you

Changing scale as we need
Watching broken flesh bleed
Bones scattered on burnt ground
Shaping each unto the other around

Scribbling and marking on walls
Building and stumbling through halls
Fantasy beleaguering our mind
Not allowing us to know and find

The blue shift rises coming towards
Blanketing us on radiant subtle shores
Darkness falls bringing morning dew
And on the morrow, I'll be seeing you