Fragments of oneness

When wind of time blows shifting desert sand dunes,

              buries my sparkling youth's dead memories,

              life's faded glory disappears in tunes

              of whispering sunset's sad promises,

              existence's burning days turn to peaceful night,

              still-born dreams' loss already don't torture,

              the failures' wolf pack sleeps sated in my mind,

              no more, chewed bones of a divine structure

              were left after their attack, and I look back

              to my exhausted selves' ragged regiment,

              hug them with love, as one, we had arrived and

              we leave this land united at the end.