.
Eternity still holds a firm grip on my gaze–
my wonder.
It leads me down meandering streams,
Beneath the lofty willows;
Washing me upon mysterious shores where
Time is just an ancient notion.
Where day and night melted into one–
–Running like a liquid wax beneath the castles’ foundations.
Seems the sun and moon were all the poets ever dreamed of,
Or they would flood their dreams with only their light.
I remember walking by the old cemetery, counting each picket
Of the mile long whitewashed fence.
It was at that time in my life that I began to ponder eternity.
It had such a cold, icy feel to it then.
I remember.
My teeth would chatter
As I’d analyze the stars light
Stretching and criss-crossing into
The far unlit blackness of forever.
My favorite colors were always the blues and the grays–
Eternity still holds a firm grip on my gaze–
My wonder.
