Drift
at least one of them stays longer,
a little longer...
I'm not a harbor you can visit to fill with the number of lives,
I'm not a rest area you can stop by for a night,
to sleep, to refresh your mind,
when you're on a long journey, when the winter storm hits.
I'm the dark moon who needs the sun to help me brighten the earth.
Together—forever—
watching lives come and go,
watching souls fill and fly.