in every life i have lived,
perhaps i have loved you differently—
as stranger, friend,
fleeting silhouette,
or the pulse beneath my ribs
and if parallel universe does exist
i will find you in each of them—
again and again and again
across the trembling silk of galaxies,
i would trace your name in starlight,
as if every constellation conspired
to lead me back to you
for my eyes will always recognize
the ancient depth of yours
and my soul has known yours
as if it remembers our beginning