Watching eternity

If we sit here, on this hill,

Watching the sand fill the dunes

The tides erode the cliffs

The birds circling the sun

We will see eternity together

As if we were sharing a dream 

That began at the beginning

And ended where it should,

In this perpetual here-ness.

But perhaps it will be a new hill, 

A new land, one every century,

With a million journeys between.

You see, even the dream

Is a dream—being with you,

On this ever-moving hillside

Watching eternity twist and fold 

Seeing each other turn to sand.