Sundome

It takes two hands to clap.
You clap, we dance.
Under the blue sky
We are stringed to you
Eternally, as you beam yourself
Into our being.

We have you to thank for,
The master that gives and withdraws.
But beneath the mask
Your time is running out.

Yet what you leave behind
Always exists amongst us.

The moment before which we come,
Is the moment which we grow.