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.