Echoes
New Edens ride each azure wave and tide
to form a Genesis, another page
where everything is fresh. Each grain applied
is but a shard from some forgotten age.
Bleak mountain crests which rose from ocean’s deep
to pierce the clouds have shells upon their brow
where creatures lived and died. Time’s hands will sweep
the dust of each millennia; endow
those particles with purpose. Cycles end
as entropy consumes itself. We’ll reach
epiphanies and know they all depend
on our perspectives lying on the beach.
Our footprints, small impressions on the shore
are merely shadows of what’s gone before.