Has anyone ever told you
There are stars trapped inside your eyes?
They float in your pupils,
Caught in the mists of your soul,
And I’ve aged a millennium just
Tracing their wiry constellations.
You wear your past lives
Like a dress around your body,
And ashes under your skin.
If I reach out and brush your arm,
Will they stain me too?
Then can I carry eternity with me,
As you do?
* * *
You are young,
But you are old, so old
That knowing you has left me
With wrinkles and creaking bones.
Have we met before,
Child of Time?
Tell me of your many journeys
Around the sun, and
I will sit like a toddler on your lap
And listen forever.
* * *
You must have seen it all then, darling.
The high and low points of the world.
You must have known mankind
In all its beauty and ugliness,
And I am unsure whether
To worship or