eternity opens between each heartbeat
for a fleeting moment you were dead
and yet you still live. and it didn't hurt
a bit. That heartbeat is poetry and the
silence hangs in the air, you live despite
yourself, on the journey, on the road
even when only your heart thumps
the sound of the drum, ancient dance,
thunder in your chest, a lightening strike,
love, ah love, now that's worth dying for.