What’s the story behind your nickname?
The story of my nickname cannot be spoken of, except to say, the name bespeaks eternity.
What for, to light a candle?
What?
Would that someone’d say!
I found no well-reasoned choice
To light one, yesterday
Know, the tears, the sweat, the soul?
Ghosts!
Sweep it all away?
Time will never come to pass
When these stray from the fray
What if I befriended time
Then took its outstretched hand
Separation was no more
Despite life’s shifting sand
Daytime, nighttime were as one
Without the fear of loss
Silver seconds, yearnless years
And age no bridge to cross
I beckon thee to join with me
In unrelenting drive
To put away some thought of death
To embrace what’s alive
Each minute is a golden hour
Each breath a pulsar day
When time gives us its outstretched hand
We must not look away
It’s all just random
Pain, pleasure, whether we survive
But do not bet your life
That the just rain
On those tulips
And the inches they grew
Overnight
Isn’t just divine
The one that rocked eternity
Is all they’ll see
Hope converted you, love converted me
I in black, you in white
To holy onlookers delight
The race set out before this night
We have long since won
The task at hand, my fiery-one
Persuade the other souls to run
This complete life
Has been about nothing
But having it all
Ripped away and pulled out from under
Glorious arms and legs
Made stronger
Never getting a free ride from
The orange-striped vehicle of my choice
And it goes on forever
Faster, slower, stop, again
He at His easel
paints us eternal, then breathes
and grants us Love Wings.
The precise flush of your skin
at any given moment
has a world of significance
and maybe a direct relationship
with the brilliance of light in your eyes
but zero connection
to your always-illuminated soul?
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