If time would let us, we could lay upon this cliff
watching in awe and silence at the passing of the endless clouds,

If patience could temper us, curing our lack of focus, perhaps granting appreciation for all that exists,

Maybe once this part of our journey ends, the next will promptly begin— it is a cyclic dance, an endless dream from within,

If fate would allow it, we could do this all over, back and forth, again and again.