If Ever Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

If ever the sky turned to ash,
and the seas fell silent in their depths,
would you remember the sound of waves?
The wind's whisper through an open window?

If ever the stars faded from sight,
and the night grew heavy with nothing,
would you recall the way light lingered
on the edge of a distant horizon?

If ever the world stood still,
no breath, no shadow, no echo,
would we hold to the memory of motion,
or let it slip, like sand through open hands?