Mountains of Time

Our time of youth fades

Like the sun setting behind the mountains of time

The good times we had are mere memories

In the endless sea of the past.

Now we creep cautiously into the future

Unsure and afraid of that which we cannot name

But don't worry,

For night is short and the darkness will soon be over.

Dawn will come and the sun will rise again,

Shedding light on all the uncertainties of that which lies before us

And we walk bravely into the future

Until the day the sun sets on this life

And rises again in the next.