If Time Stops

There is simply one thing I would do

It is written in the stars: I would take Your delicate, wrinkled hand In mine. If I leap Towards your fire The intrinsic movement Of your ashes Call me to run to you, As if the rest of the world, Beauty, touch, and mind, Were planes that fly Toward those clouds of yours created for me.

But then, As time begins to warp into place I shall forget you little by little

If one day I wake up without you Do not crawl back into my mind, For you have already forgotten too.

Though I may miss you, The wind of your fire Rushes through my bones, And you decide To strand me in the sky Of the world you look down upon, Remember That on that day I too Will dance through Your impalpable ash To return to the ground.

But If one day You choose to find me Through enigmatic time, With undeniable tenderness, If each day a flower Crawls up your tomb to see me, My darling, Your fire continues to burn, And I will run to you. I will remain in your clouds, For as long as I live, With you.