Unfinished

There's the true time's end, it is real,

and it doesn't really matter how you feel

There's the blue light bend in the sea
for that's the locus it was always meant to be

There's the past hopes gathered to full
joie de vivre as ripe as a glowing moon

There's the last final thoughts of life,
rife with avoidance and harbingers of gloom

but don't leave us too soon 
for every moment is a boon
a gift, a grain of sand
to skitter and flow
as across a dune
on a sea of land
on waves large and grand
a tiny fragment of gold
panned from the depths
of a universe bold
and shining
a glory to behold
grandeur none control
to flow with seas of dunes
and the truths of the breeze
the pleas of the now -
only before these
should you ever bow

There's fin, a moment to be new
There are those who must witness the end of the true

...and if the grain of sand,
if it be you,
let it be as full,
as bright,
as grand,
as a desert moon