Thursday, April 15, 2010

To name you is to limit you,
and to call this a path
would be to falsify my steps
for I do not walk
but stand

and where am I going
but time, my destination;
do I follow those seconds
or do they become me? they are
the space between thoughts, separating
what is one

time, to measure steps
but the steps to you
are immeasurable, for you exist
between distance, and our space
is undefined

1 comment:

Tim Shey said...

I like this poem. Have you ever read T.S. Eliot's "Four Quartets"? I think you would like T.S. Eliot's poetry.