The eye picks up the weak light in the void

And tracks it: glowing, going, growing

Giving motion to our aimless thoughts

Pursuing hope without our knowing.


The beaches’ million shattered shells attest

To time’s blank power: crashing, crushing

And yet, in endless waves, the young return

To build their castles, faces blushing.


The heart remembers everything it feels

Wounded by its troubles, scarred and crossed

But while it beats, in rhythms it repeats

One thing only: All is never lost.


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