I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times%u2026
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
Anonymous on 2017-10-07 at 21:48:27 EST.
Comments(0) (3)(0)
Comments(0) (3)(0)