not a moment in the present
but an infinite span in the past
flowing like a river about you
the ribbon of time twisting in
soft silken strands, a combination of colors
the brush ever so lightly against
you're upturned enraptured face
eyes so bright, filled with silver stars
as fine filaments of hair float
on a nonexistent breeze blowing
to dance and twirl about your head
an ever-moving halo.

"wonder at all the mysteries of life, my love
for in the future even time itself must perish
lose yourself in the beauty of your being
and all the world shall tremble and stop
to gaze upon one who is truly free"

curiosity kills naught but ignorance