a poem by Lukas Bartsch
When at last sand covers our traces,
will you find your way back to me?
To softly embrace me once more,
atop the scorched red desert sea.
When at last sand covers our traces,
think not on what may be ahead.
So, as you gaze up to the stars,
remember all we had instead.
When at last sand covers our traces,
put your weary hand in mine.
Let me keep your sorrows at bay –
I promise love, we will be fine.