See these lines
carved into this face
mapping the age
of our beginnings
and the end?
A history
of joy and unhappiness
shifting forms,
everlasting meteors
deep inside
these dusty pores,
In the journey of love
Finding strength
of discovery
connecting again
ions eons ago,
time wearing thin
for paradigm shifting
will it ignite again?
No more difficult than
at the start,
a big explosion
of art painted
on brilliant canvas
love treasured for the ages
then lost to the dust
So what’s
the use
when time,
and time again,
love is drawn
into a black hole?
Only Yahweh
knows where love goes
and matures into eternity