The children of Eridan

All that will remain of us are silences

that archeologists of the future will decipher .

Shadows inspired by time unfurled 

which will bring a smile to the children of Eridan .

All that will remain of our fleeting  embraces 

is the rustling of a few stray atoms ...

 I'd like to give you a bouquet of stellar  flowers 

that were once eternal  vows ...

 but I don't have the key to the door of lost seasons.

The ghosts have the music ,not the lyrics ...

Destiny is just a desperate alibi 

for abandoned ectoplasms .

 I promise to send you a poem by the next light-year .

waiting for you somewhere  in the melody of the lyre ...

When we are nothing more than  an amber tear  

cradled in the eye of  such an unruly star ...

 the travelers of tomorrow will  interpret 

the scent of an unknown pictogram  that will  make

the children of Eridan dream ...