Ma'adimThe stars make their journey across the night,Holding steady in the thin air,As we lay down under the dome,Memories of the Old WorldWe left so far behind.A stone mill by a forking river.Bare feet on a summer lawn.Blanched vegetables on a crisp autumn afternoon.We walked between rows of crimson tomatoes,Red fruit under red sky Surrounded by red dust and sand.A dead world Awaiting life.She weaved through the plant racks with feline grace,As we harvested our bounty.The spring has come to the southern highlandsThe winds begin to stir againLifting dust and sand into the airBlotting out the cold, distant sunlightThe storm seaso