This is where they live, the wise ones
In the gap between each heartbeat
In the space between each breath
There the light will always find them
Clear before, no ghosts behind them
Cold eye cast on life, on death
Past is past, it's just a story
Evening primrose, morning glory
What's to come is just a notion
Part still life and part commotion
On the way we count each second
Minutes tallied, hours reckoned
Constellations gliding by
Each star numbered in the sky
Now's the moment, grain of sand
Countless falling hand to hand
Pinch in pasing every one
Or watch them dwindle down to none