Loitering in the Portal

The ripples that wake across the surface
Settle as the cradle fades
Rust to bear endurance
Drawn to glorification
Of the oasis
Of the dead desert
Rushing in the face of progress
Tying all the tauts of time
Balance the short of friction
Stopping for a nap today
A silent, ancient sadness
Of all that's been the face of history
A lazy composure
To an array of desperate proportions
The pace, the roar, the gale
Keeps on beyond all thought
A still reverence
To life's other paths