Omega Outpost

They say it's unheard of when finally hours are long past solitude
Like a difficult and deathly course of intense fire and such
Across the breadth of nearest star's longitude
In the silent drift, a way of fate I've known so much
This is where the outpost ceased receiving distant call
Closed off and barely any gravity, a sense of a sustained fall

Where to begin, it's been a long recorded draft in dimmest light
The presence of someone else who knows the signal at last
All is quiet and everything part of the night
That I arrive to the place closed off from the past
Omega was named for something meant to allude to an end
But what was the finality? A connection to a final signal to send?

Abandoned and lost the forgotten landing lay as an echo of my sigh
Going through archives of battle becoming a circle of no end
It seems completely dead and no one is seen on nigh
The outpost serves as a release that nearby worlds defend
And where nearby worlds fought for its place, here I find a way
And maybe a desperate retreat beyond the darkness of dismay

Omega brings the goodbye, they went on knowing that they spoke
Even so from one of the worlds when there was nothing more
They had gone and every last connection broke
The last treaty when there had been nothing left to explore
Omega had been waiting throughout, an unexpected call to return
What the outpost witnessed, what secrets it held there, to learn

They say it's unheard of to be placed at distant reaches vast
The outpost silent and a subtle desire of long needed rest
Omega is a turning point, a call and it is past
Out here in endless open space, the stillness of such a quest
If no one returns to this place, the post fades to an end
And only I hear the remainder of signals they used to send

 

 

©Iggy 1999