See time as love's dependant so the last
Depends not on the first. Love is the glue
That binds the universe and time's it due
Wherein love is discovered in the past.
What tiny distance has the reckoning
Between the sparkle's start and when the gleam
By eye's intent embeds itself and seems
To be a universe that loves to sing?
Together, as as collegues, lovers, friends
Admit no space, your star sent company
Might braid with mine, together we could be
At timeless pain in love beyond an end.
From time, not love, is pain from torture brought.
Yet love that is not lived is but a thought.
Nik Habermel, June 1998