The blue horizon goes as far as forever,
A life goes as far as it must.
One line is never-ending,
The other line ends in dust.
The waves too numerous to count,
One lifetime too short to number.
You cannot know the amount,
Whether wide-awake or deep in slumber.
Sunset sneaks in upon us,
Lights up the beauty of the west.
As it dies, we gather up the shadows
And lay us down to an evening’s rest.
In our dreams, great flights of birds
Carry us up into the clouds to dwell.
Their feathers flutter more powerful than words;
Life-like wings fold us ever into the spell.
Into endless night our spirits go,
Leave mere memories behind.
They last only so long though,
Until our own precious time ends.
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