Speed of Light

The call that emanates from you,
Is travelling like light:
It’s sharp, precise, and looks so true,
But most of all, it’s bright.

You send it all towards the sky,
The call that’s born within your core.
It flies beyond the local arm,
Arriving at my cosmic door.

But photons, however fast,
Have been forever Einstein’s pawn.
Flying at a constant speed –
One must await the light of dawn.

It means the call can be received,
But time must pass, and pain must too.
To let the galaxy relax
From your first knock on twelve-o-two.

The Autumn equinox will come,
The day will match the length of night.
The work and stress could be replaced
With all your energy and light.

And even so, with all that growth,
There will be work and strength in need.
We must recover all the shards
From that near-collapse that let us bleed.

From the horizon of our event,
The surface hides what lies below.
But gravity within my chest
Still keeps the scar I cannot show.

Yet scars can fade, and so will mine,
But only when the clock will turn.
I know within my shaken core
There's boundless fuel for me to burn.

I only hope there is a source
That helps you wait and ponder more:
Before we try to reconnect,
Before you knock upon my door.