Time holds us, but time can trap no one.

-- Ochre --


Two lost souls on a desert planet
Leaving their footprints in crisp sand.

More were walking the earth
But the wind erased their marks
The whole of their existence
Held in such petty trails
Now covered with brick-red dust.

You are not going to last
I can't pretend I am
We hide it to ourselves
And cling to life.

But for this is all we are
Grains of sand on a foreign beach
Brought to shore by a lucky wave
Let us stop and free our senses.

Slow my pace down
Hear the ocean
Moaning on the rocks
On which we lie.

And after seasons have passed
When our traces fade to the ground
Those rocks will still hold
Our intimacy.