No granite wall, no heavy seal,
Is truly final, truly real.
Though etched in rock, it’s not the end,
But just a curve around the bend.
A stepping stone in shifting sand,
Toward a vast and greater land.
The world you see is but a spark,
A lantern flickering in the dark.
Your vision stops at dusk today,
Where shadows dance and colors gray.
But look again—the veil is thin,
That’s where the wonders truly spin.
So shall we cross the velvet line,
Where ancient stars and futures twine?
Hand in hand, the path is free—
Let’s go and see what we shall see.