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Eyes silently pressed against the sky
Contemplating, the eternality of love she rouses
amidst my own relationship with time
I think madly about her,
the beauty that doesn’t coexist with this world
Bypassing the moon
Beyond the sun
Transcending the stars
I wonder, how can I accompany further
when I am born subordinate to the authority of this temporal dimension
Like flesh chasing spirit
Left winded, gasping for some air of possibility
for she is far greater than any breath drawn in the human experience
Another phone call placed to God!
Our first hour,
wondering how much does twenty years change the flower
Why I cannot step into hers
nor can I hold long her here within mine
for moments become memories that fade with the movements of passing away
the movements of angels
having stolen the hearts of mortal men
