When sand drops fall through your fingers
It is better not to catch them
They will do better in letter
Than the roots of human heart
When sunset starts moving behind the mountain
You had better not think of those rays
No days may stay
Because night flight is right
When sound fades to the echo
You can’t chase the pieces
They resounded and bounded
And distance danced in place
When your voice is no longer with me
How can I run after the fading
I’ve always known of the flown
Wherever beams hurled at the seams
So you may dance, fly, fall or swim
Sitting at the shore and edge
The wedges don’t hedge
Time has happened, not maddened