At sunrise we set out on a journey
To encircle our island world
Hand in hand,
Barefoot in the shining wet sand.
By evening we’d come all the way around
Preening at our accomplishment
Only to watch the rising tide
Come and wash our footprints away…
A thousand years from now,
Maybe even less,
No one will know we’ve been here.
There we stand watching,
As in countless other times,
The shining path
Of the setting sun across the waves
Following first with our eyes,
Then our hearts,
And then our entire beings,
drawn into the light that fills us,
back to where we began
And shall begin once again.
For we don’t melt away with the sunset
As do our footprints into the sea;
No more our moments that we’d passed here.
We are so much more
Than the physical traces we leave.