Those that are farthest
In the melting pot of emotions
To be dreamed and feathered away to ash
Cling to the ideals of tomorrow
With gems fixated in the cornea
Of the twinkle in the sky
Pale reflections, crystal as solace
Calm as illusions cast in the shape
Molded by futures
And every possibility to grow
The distance is all the space
They have covered and back