Twilight believes in a hope

Of eternity over the sands,
Yet speck over speck,
It's beauty disdainfully,
Thrown in the void.

Truth belies the philosophy,
'A straw for the drowning'.
Truth they say shines-
'Darkness-night- too is truth'...

When horizons grow silent,
Sparks of cosmic flames,
Speak up...
Not too loud for a weary,
Soul;faithfully though
The slumber-
In beauty,duty and pain,
Or without much to gain,
Blissfully unaware.

The end begins at the beginning,
Not too late or too soon-
'Speck by speck are the sands counted'.

But someday, sometime,
A spell will be blown,
Away may be, for the last time....

But,
And again shall the heaven's begin,
With the yawn of the sun.
'A straw' for some, Truth for others,
Hope of life in it's seeds...
But, does it matter,
As ants we waive,
In the eternal continuum? - Yes it does.