Cracked ground beneath my feet
Displays a divide never seen
A silhouette comes into sight.
The traveller approaches bearing words to feed the thought
He speaks of the old
Wisdom from the elders some discard
He mentions the young evolving fast
To come this far.
The sides are balanced in time
Sharing horizons and similar grounds
Shaping the days to come
Lifted in the air,
Motionless and doubtful
Stripped of despair
Longing for faith
Transparent skin
Show the melting of two worlds in sync.