Worlds apart

I guess we're worlds apart,
Physically and metaphysically speaking.
Nothing seems to connect,
After all that's happening to the effect.

Things were not meant to work out,
Because we're words apart,
Life was just to go on,
Even if we tried to make a start.

Its ok as we find our precious spaces,
Happiness and peace of mind,
To save our own graces.

Love is one more mystical syndrome,
Mummified embryo fighting alone.
Waiting for a chance to see its bloom,
Rosebuds lying somewhere in the room.

I guess we're worlds apart,
In everything that we do.
Let it be that ways,
For life to show its plumes,

Till death unto, we'll pull our own carts,
Then perhaps we'll meet in ethereal space,
There somewhere

...to reconstruct the art.