seasons, and tides,
dreams will return
to us places
beyond all we knew
a following sea
or lost in a gale
the minutes
and hours
too few
there is no escape
no secret revealed
or pardon to come
before dawn
chosen are many
forgiving too few
no harbor’s safe
from the storm
presence will be
revealing to faith
how many, we can
become
forever will speak
the ancient of days
lives on and within
everyone
some day, too soon
we’ll answer the call
then parchments
will be revealed
uncertain the question
hours left to ask
will remain
by eternity
sealed
grandfathersky 