a scribbled whisper into nowhere

This quiet dream breathes beyond the screaming interstate of convolution
it threads the needle of eternity like the first touch and last confusion (certainty)
because there is no greater time than the moment of now
that will perish before another line is read
like the future of grass
I remember that night I saw the end of how
(whispered vows still reverberate through all these years like the crashing waves of the aegean)
I know you and there is nothing quite as known as the pain of distance
never looking back
never repenting steps toward the golden everland of eternity.

(and i can't wait to see you there
i cannot see you here)