And when we’re up there on the summit,
where the sun meets water’s edge
we’ll see why the tides fell like they did
and why the moon always shone in that very same spot.
why no matter how the wind blew
you’ve always felt like my soft spot to land.
you’re my home amidst the clamor and the lights
and maybe you’re my north star
– or maybe this is what happens when galaxies collide.