Meeting it Where it Is

Like the fading embers

And rays

Of light,

How do we hold on to it all

Before it dies out?

Like trying to catch

The sea,

Or the grains of time,

How do we keep in place

What we strive to never forget?

Perhaps we meet it

Where it is.

For light burns warmth,

As much as it will all fade away.

And the beckoning tides

And ceaseless grains of sand

Will fall

And only to rise again

Far after our time here...

To give way

For yours.