Coeval gods in our own little space

I was your modern day Gaea, your love, your escape

You were my Primeval god, Ouranos, to nurture and to hold

We were both born of black chaos, two beings, extolled!

We danced among volcanoes, and danced in the river

You were naturally the taker, and I…the giver

We danced our lives in those cinders we conceived

Oblivious of any future that the smoke could deceive

I showered you with warm heartfelt cares in a whisper

But eventually you let go of my waist and became a lost drifter

As Gaea, I now, alone, nurture the river that we danced

And sorrow spills out of the memories I can’t plant

Ouranos, my dear, my longing has been dying

My heart is now calloused by the hopeless defying

My mourning volcano where we once had tread

Will forever now be the last place my heart bled