the flight of life is so swift
it's like a screenshot of eternity--
time goes swiftly there, it just never ends.

in our lives, when we look at the moon,
we see it as it was a second ago, and the sun
we see is 8 minutes old.  as for the stars--
don't even go there. other galaxies
are millions of lifetimes in the past.

so each one of us is a different event
in space time.  when my best friend died
i was numb, walking around in no-time;
yet when i asked her if she was now
somewhere on the air or in space, she said,
"relatively not."
i cried then, but only in my sleep.

okay, so, where was i...? oh yes, i was
in a preview of coming attractions, to whit
my life, which is moving at the speed of a one act play.
"never assume that the actors are sticking to the script."
sometimes there are last minute changes
or an understudy doesn't know the correct lines..

there is an irony between 'what should have been'
and 'what is', don't you think?
some examples......when you see him you will be glad;
you will love him... and he will never forsake you."

......"although i must go now in sorrow and in pain, with
sighing and with weeping,
still, i must go."

without clothes or words the message would be different.

the world might be golden and amass with warmth and beauty.

the flight of light is swifter than life.
whether i go my own way in the sand dunes
of an hourglass,unheard in whispered places
like fragmentation grenades caught
on lilac boughs,

eternity is swift.  and there i'll be
writing this lone poem.
sorry.  i meant long, not lone