The timing of life
is relative.
Its appearance
beams with youth
despite the years.
Distance between
two
stretched for years,
weaving through the cosmos
until the day it caught fire.
Time passes differently
here,
but connection
is igniting
and is inviting.
Time is young
old
beautiful
new.
It bends and flows
naturally,
finding itself
in the right place
at the right hour
for the right feeling.