The burning flow of time,
the lowing ocean rhythm, warm and orange.
The best part was when you were timeless,
giggling and crying and asking for silence
fill up my lungs and leave me speechless.
Time is a train crashing into a Godwall:
all moments, slowly at first then faster fast
fearsome crushing into one pinpoint.
There is no past, for the past has found its place in our hearts,
and the future is entering us like a beam of light.
Let's sit here with our spines relaxed against this wall
and actually take the time to watch a sunset every now and again.
I listen because I hear
every voice ever come through all together and reassure
“There is room here for you.”