so surely and so steadily
a slowly moving cloud will whisper- i am but for hours, born to last. your sogging, soaking future is my foggy, fading past and so now if you want to wish upon me, wish upon me fast
whatever can be held in your heart is surely yours to grasp
so you wish for a picture of all of the people you have had the pleasure to know
or a postcard from all of the places that you wanted to go
saying “you are here now on this magical night”
the northern sky at sunset, well, it’s such a stunning sight.
you can sleep safely and soundly and you are loved
and nothing ever does begin like nothing ever ends
ask every atom in your body and they’ll surely tell you
“friend, i am old as time and older still.”
and you are made of everything you love, you feel, or kill
i will outlive you, and forgive you, and be just nothing, still.