open your hand
and reach towards the sunset –
the final hope
for a new beginning
when all else is gone
do not close your hand
upon the dust of memory
or turn away
hiding the past
from that which lies ahead
do not turn away
clenching your fists and mind
or you are condemned
to become as ashes of the forgotten
and be dispersed into oblivion
open your hand
let free the dust
the only way for the past to live on
joining with the future hope
that lies beyond the last sunset