Thunder underneath my feet,
My bones are weak,
Eyes longing for sleep –
It has been days, and a week (years?)

How can I still feel,
miles away and still,
Eyes glued, souls intertwined,
Memories kept in time.

I passed by to forget;
Unfold a vision without regret –
I was meant to see,
I was meant to flee –

A sight too great to behold,
a story that has to be told,
Eternally touching without hands,
Yet, bound like drifting sand.