We will debate trough space and time, several paths in past breed future. No footsteps stand between the lines just act and retribution.

An atoms stream of endless light is but Gods shadow within word. Divine sound as it vibrates, creates the tale within your curls.

The tide of time flows back and forth for open minds to see, as mortal sight refutes the truth, discards it off as mystery.

Multiple paths in us entwined the helix of our soul. What we think old repeats in new, until our fate runs cold.

Within my heart Jerusalem the place you and I began, remembrance will it come too late, as life slips from these weary hands.

As you are more than one or three, I will set sail when my dawn breaks. To trust the wisdom of your choice no matter how my spirit aches.

On the cusp of crescent moon ill cradle history to sleep, no bitterness, just one sole tear commemorates what lies beneath.