Space
The present is so frantically now,
While the past is passing so fast,
I can hardly assess, anymore,
Where the former takes up
As the latter abandons its task
Of remembering so much unhappiness;
The future gazes impatiently.
And almost, I can't ask
How it is that pain forgets to feel,
Travails lead to healing,
For the spirit's regeneration,
Dreams' fresh starts,
Hearts bounding back
From despair, resignation.
But as I think of you, tonight,
Renascence invites me to worship
At the altar of unaging love,
Renew my youthful vows
To pursue life passionately,
And a tear baptizes my cheek,
Erases all the grief.
Within infinities of infinity,
You and I, lady,
Negate every suggestion
That the past, present, and future
Have the slightest relationship
To anything resembling time.
They're the space that takes our shape.
05/11/10 - (2)
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