From the other side of time
\nI watch the fragile strands of love
\nhover between glasses of Mateus.
\nLike a bell of superior sound,
\nsoft as a willow bough thrashing,
\nthe moan of a hundred storms
\nmoving through the rain.
\nAn immense complication.
\nInnocents balancing a raft
\nwith no shore in sight.
\nOnly each other and words
\nencouraging not to be afraid.
\nNot to fall and sink blindly
\ninto the nonbeing of those we\u2019d drown.<\/p>\n
Who would never breathe,
\nnever look into our eyes
\nand see how open the net of destiny is.
\nSo we waltzed and listened,
\nand traded our treasure.
\nWhat life had put in us.
\nHow it scared us,
\nand shouted at us,
\nand filled the absences of nothing
\nwith the counter poise of our world\u2019s meaning.<\/p>\n
I sigh with amazement
\nat the peopling of the stage.
\nThe remarkable children.
\nThe coincidences, not coincidences,
\nthat we encountered.
\nEverywhere immense love,
\nimmense hope.
\nCorollas of stars fallen around us,
\nwhich we picked like flowers
\nwhen we left our first date.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
From the other side of time I watch the fragile strands of love hover between glasses of Mateus. Like a bell of superior sound, soft…<\/p>\n