Our lives are written
by our footprints
slowly fading
into the shifting sands of time.
And in our passage
on the dunes
we see for a moment
where we have been
and where we are going.
But then we descend again
into the oblivion of the night.
And our footprints
are lost forever
among the shifting sands.
But I look above.
And reaching for the stars
I touch the signposts of our lives.
And I chart my journey
by that silver vision
found among the stars.
And reaching outward
to the night
I touch that softest texture
of your eyes still closed in sleep.
And holding you so gently
fingertip to fingertip,
I guide you on a journey
to find and touch the dawn.