Warm your breath, wild, the sea of tranquillity,
Come, leave this room and chase away, the day.
Child in bloom, a band of brass in tune…
Just what went wrong with my consistent dream?
It was just at the wrong thought,
At the very start of hope…
Did it feel… without having been any less real,
Further than the horizon that’s never nearer,
Further than the moonwalker behind the lens, lonelier than fear?
How many uncertain beats does a broken heart need to heal?
How many leaps is home away from here?