What would it be like
to live a million years?
To live with immortality,
to wash all the ink of the ocean
onto a page.
How many times
could anything be said?
Cities melt around me,
dreams and loves
wander off unclaimed.
My heart would crumble
into sand,
die in the everlasting afternoon
of spring.
A dozen years would be enough
to see
more than the universe could see,
more than the heart could ever know.
It takes eternity to exhaust a second,
to understand the love inside a tear,
and in passing
to leave a kiss upon a stone.