The years are dust of eternity
That ignites a fire of a living fear
Moments that I horde is who I am:
With youth maturity becomes clear.
About mortality I don’t talk
That notion is a land of lifeless seeds
The only pathway to living freedom
Its reality this moment breeds.
I don’t count the birthdays,
Nor cakes do I eat to glorify the bite
My only sweetener is to learn that love
Will never die – with my dying heart.