a w a k e n \ e t e r n i t y

Pen until it is finished,

The ink or the piece,

Words a work eternal, 

Be it kind or less peaced,

Grasping material,

for what it's pleasure though fleeting and temporal,

Fascinatingly take interest,

What may it timeless?

We return it at bay when we turn back to dust.

m o m e n t s.

Reflections unrelenting, what truly lays burning,

Arrive at the mirror,

as it recalls your yearning.

How do I utilize my imperfections when it makes me,

want to cry

inside?

carry me,

feeble, as fickle as I do,

Fragile yet useful,

I stick and stay in one piece.

As I let go,
releasing a desire into presents of the present,
rendering moments eternal,
piecing each other into a river of love,
wave after wave,
where it is the beginning infinitely,
and ends

with each
new passing m o m e n t.

and when shall I say,
it is finished?

 ∞

♫ It is Well - Kristene DiMarco

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along. -Rumi

You are the songs in a garden,
A symphony, and somewhat forbidden.
A secret, I feel that is no longer.

♫ It is Well - Kristene DiMarco