“What do you do, when you close your eyes?”
He asked her, saw an indiscernible smile.
“I think of words that others know of not;
Of words unuttered, of words in thought lost”
“What do you do with these words that you think?”
“To be honest, I do absolutely nothing.
The words engulf me, wash over my soul.
The words redefine me, recolour; reborn.”
“They change you, your words?” He turned and fixed his eyes,
On hers, as she glided through many galaxies that night.
“Noone can change me, the exception being me;
The words be mine, and mine, means me.”
“Do they change me, the me I am to you?”
The grass tickled his ear, but he was else-consumed.
“My words have not power to do so to you.
Your words-they do; your words, they do.”
“How will love stay, if change wouldn't leave?”
“Love will stay, as long as we believe.
Believe in the world, and flow with the change;
Love is ever-changing, ever-lasting, never-same.”
“So all we have are irretrievable moments fleeting?”
“And all those emotions, and each
of those feelings-
That make those moments, and we are of all those;
We have each other, all our words and kairos.”
“What then, when we part”, his dark deep eyes pored,
“How then, do we restart?”;ready to explode.
“What never ends, wouldn't begin again;
And what is, to be, is what is meant.”
“There is no time to waste; we must forever be frugal”
“Of course”, she said. No gain being finifugal.
“Life is too short, and our dreams can’t be stalled.
Our heart is the ruler- it must have its wonderwall.