Our life,
our death
are not intrinsically tied together,
but fleeting & floating,
sometimes far apart
& sometimes near,
almost touching;
brushing fingers trying to intertwine.
You have to wait for the moment;
it can happen in an instant
or take eons,
like light
travelling, flashing before eyes
even though it\'s ancient
& comes from the past, or
the future depending
on which way you’re going.
It’s not easy to live
or die,
so don’t be so hard on yourself.
Find the space in between.
The one where birds sing &
tides turn,
stars are just light
that doesn’t burn.
The one with delicious
stolen kisses
& jumping high
just to try & reach a blue sky.
Share secrets that don’t lie,
give yourself time.
Remember those days when
you were & were not mine.
Don’t lie,
just look into my eyes;
yours will cover us both
in eternal, glittering gold