Written on the 21st of May, 2003
The sun sinks into a golden sea
And there is silence round about.
Silence within- silence without.
Oh that word means much to me!
The only things eternally to be
Will be things you and I can't see.
So whispers the wind o'er the sea.
Its message is soft and clear.
All the things which now we hold dear
Will pass away and no longer be
Sometime- someday- in eternity.