Thank you oh kind muse for ze inspiration!
The lodestars that rendered our worlds once together,
strike hard at us like lightening that vein the sky silver.
It is known now as we knew then when it was but a glimmer,
our recent dwellings begin to lay deep in splitting chambers.
These whispers and secrets that bury in black foliage,
escape the sage moonlight swaying in our garden turned savage.
The journey is long, so different from our past voyage.
Time passes and our roots grow strained from poor manage.
I regret these slim holdings that could not be shared,
as reasons tend to slither past and meet only when ensnared.
It seems our resolutions were so incorrectly declared.
Only hope can see as to whether our fate can be spared.