The Unending Fountain, 1998

And time first started as the invisible hand,
first turned over the unending hourglass.
Drop by drop the moments fall forever.
Each second is a grain of sand.
The beginning sent the first grain,
that went falling through the sky,
and we all see the Earth like that,
as a blue dot passing by.

The beginning let loose the first grain,
of an hourglass that never runs out of sand.
Each golden second glitters as dust,
gathers on a windowpane.

Drop by drop the moments fall forever,
each as a grain of sand;
in an unending hourglass turned over,
by some giant unknown hands.
Each second sent in flight,
and it never stops.
As all the golden moments fall,
like see through misting rain as it drip-drops.
All of these grains we cling to,
as we fall beside the rest.

It keeps on dripping, on and on;
moments forever fall,
and we just tag along.
On top of one another steady piles the sand,
to fall and wither then stay still,
as more pours the hourglass.
We see the blue Earth in the distance,
as a blue dot when we pass.
The others we will land upon,
as our lonely flight comes to an end;
we land inside a golden pile,
and there find family and friends.

The beginning first let loose,
a grain of golden sand—
fell from an hourglass turned over,
by unknown see-through hands.
Each golden second glitters,
dust on the windowpane;
drop by drop the moments fall forever,
as each a grain of sand.
In an hourglass turned over,
by translucent see-through hands.
Golden like a sleepy dawn,
moments gather in the pile;
as they downward fall together,
they live and die and smile.

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