The Last Road
As our sorrow becomes time
the winds toss the oceans and fight the sky,
and as we shed our earthly disguise
all light is swallowed by the night.
Staring down the last road,
we’ll give this one more go.
As our memories join the sea
time proves itself supreme;
we’ll wait the storm out all night,
but in the end we all lose to time.
A man walking along the ocean’s shore
asks Atlantic what the billboards are for.
The sands are warm beneath his feet.
O Lord, I hope the ocean waits for me.