When it’s all gone

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

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