Vast gulfs of air lay between us
the wind moans your name
like a man's dying breath
a sound that mocks me
and heightens my loneliness
Time's vast expanse stands
on opposite ends we find ourselves
allowed neither to begin our time together
nor to end our loneliness
You and I from different worlds
spread apart yet drawn together
let the Planes of the Wheel
rage with unbridled zeal
still will we return
and end this loneliness.
