Dawn of change
It is always so
Endless dusks and tides
Breaking against star-foam.
The law of all-things
We long to forget
Is that everything passes
Time devours all
And humble humanity
Tiny upon the floating rock
Is no different
To the dust and gas
Of deep space.
We may quail
At our transient destiny
We may shudder
At our fleeting fate
We may lament
Our lack of infinity
But to do so would be
To stain the sacred present
And forget the true nature
Of you, of us, of her, of me.