Sailing Life

When worlds collide like wrecking cars, their moons regress. Their heaving seas then drag the shore, yet haul the tides that scatter sandy dunes. Will pulsars steer towards the hidden door, when night with lamps should guide forgotten ways its constellations brightly ease our fear. Our treacled hours remember long lost days when listless oceans whisper tales too dear then time erodes the cliff and rocky place, where earth decays and crumbles, nothing stays, like empty streets devoid of edifice though lovers laugh at sweet and cherry days. As time upon its arc still spins around, the self's deep core forever will be found. Picture 3