You will go down that path again
     and every trace
Will be gone – the fires that had been
     so bright, erased,

The undimmed faces swept away.
     Some part of you
Will carry on, and yet the play
     of light, the blue,

Perpetual waves, the dunes, the wind,
     will never change,
Nor the long stretch of sand, its end
     still out of range.