A kaleidoscopic tidal reflection captivates our thoughts. The colors catch our eyes. Ensnared, we travel towards that distant precipice to dangle silently in the air above the yawning moon. As stars dissolve and drift downward as dust, piling up on us, we lose our balance from bearing their weight and tumble. And I wonder, what could wait for us there upon her pale and jealous surface where borrowed light radiates? The Moon has built our houses, our homes, our refuge. While we fearlessly float like feathers freed from flocks of geese toward her empty-eyed gaze. Amazed yet afraid. For a million years we traveled there together, but split by metres of space as invisible tendrils of gravity pulled our comatose forms towards her dead, open arms. Our new Mother: Lady Luna. Gaia's grip was forgotten so long ago, we only know this trance-like train ride. Our destinations decided already by decades of nuclear science. New science arises from Silence. And we land like leaves on a stagnant pond, creating ripples in her barren surface. "My children! You have finally arrived! I have been waiting for so long..." We've been stolen, or repossessed. Cocoons of living energy to bring life back to a face without atmosphere. To bring love back to a heartless, cratered chest. To nurse once again at her breast. To revive our lives once again. To be born once again as infants. It's strange that I never thought to look down at the earth as she withered behind us! She went from blue and green and white to black and grey, to brown and red, before melting and rejoining this void that has always surrounded us as a speck of dust! From dust to ash to water to bubbles, concocted from subatomic particles, we rejoin our mother pulled from another. Conjoined as a strand, hand-in-hand we leave one stone to revitalize its satellite, populating this empty night. A new Lunar race, now face-to-face at Heaven's Gate. How I rejoice that you rode this train with me... http://www.mp3.com/iliketv