Swept across the dunes of time,
Another taste of heaven’s promise,
Racing past too fast to catch,
And though we reach out with all our might,
Heaven spreads its wings and takes flight.
Gaping holes in the heart unsewn,
Answers to questions never asked,
Beckon us forward with each aching step,
Bringing us closer to what is unknown,
Always hoping it is what we desire,
Realizing in time that it never is.
Dawn may break—or for all time be Dusk.
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