When we touch your grains,
when they fall in with the rains,
are we traces of existence
Your end ends ours,
and we learn from your dust
that moment stretches into hours
and we discern them on our crust
Well hello to you, children of the past,
today you are hoisted to our mast,
and we welcome your life
take our time
however long that may last
A while that stretches out for so long as Barberton rock can be cast,
for when it is gone,
will we outlast?
Particles in space and time,
would they,
could they,
when they finally did collapse?
When the dust of Barberton rains down on you,
distant stars, shaped into clusters and clouds,
will we be worth our while in flash?
Selite:
- Kirjaudu tai rekisteröidy kommentoidaksesi
