Parallel Lines

An endless horizon where
The wind whispers the stories
Lost over the aeons.
Parallel blue, blue lines
Promise a brighter future
Beyond. Skyscrapers to shards,
Grass plains to dusty ruins.
You'll turn to the sea
That has outlived moons and stars.

At the end of our time
(If you do indeed live to see it)
Nothing will remain
But the sky, the ocean
And the infinite stories they hold 
In the space
Between them.