soft, stretched over your skin,
tight against its peaks and valleys
like sunlight on a placid sea -
Pressing my ear against your chest,
as solid as the warm earth,
I hear the sacred, silent truth
at the center of my universe.
Through eyes glazed with sleep,
a glimpse of Eternity
demands my attention
and draws me, enraptured, into its embrace.
Time looks on, and weeps
for what is lost in his wake:
All the beauty of existence
distilled into one fleeting moment.
A small glimpse of Heaven,
suspended in mind and memory,
takes root deep in my heart
and blooms throughout my body.
I do not fear Time, and I do not weep -
through awareness and gratitude,
nothing is lost.