Living Forever

 

When we have had every conversation,

Tasted every flavor of ice cream,

Been every place, and met everyone there,

Heard every song and read every book,

 

There may be a moment when we think, Enough.

Let others live now, in their own sweet time.

We two have had, have seen, have known our fill,

And nothing to us remains but silence.

 

We will take a moment

To honor that feeling,

And let the lassitude

Of a hundred centuries

 

Poison our limbs –

A long, long moment,

To let desire

Drain from us like sand.

 

Then something will stir

In the ancient heart of us,

Or some freshening breeze

Blow in fresh news,

 

And all the life we thought to leave behind us,

All the too much and too many and too many times,

Will turn to fire, liquid in the vein –

And we will need to do it all again.

 

Because the soul, such as it is, is young:

Eternally young, as young as blood,

And time itself has no need to grow old,

And life is time, and has no need to die.