"To the moon Alice"

If ever a word, as only a song
Solace sleeps the underground
As far above, so it is below
In space and time the sound
Of beating hearts, the rhythmic pound
Flexing through the afterburn
As pupils dilate the sight
The light of streaming fires churn
The cadence of deliverance
The great divide of stars and stripes
Rests in our remembrance
The face of everlasting night