i look back in time and see you
burning a hole through my veiled sky.
i contemplate your brightness
and the conditions of impermanence.
you may have ceased to exist
in objective consciousness,
but here you mean more than any object
in this heart-beat of subjectivity.
outside of time, you may only be
a projection of what once was,
of what is now to me: reality.
what time means to space,
what light means to emptiness.
another finger melts on the trigger
and you still haven't been shot down.
you are the watchful eye that somehow
travels faster than the speed of light,
reaches farther than the arm of sight.
even i can't pull the plug on you. i can't
drain your beauty down the void,
into the vacuum where no light can see;
where nothing is real.
but here, behind our clouded eyes
we are safe from such black holes.
you are my star to wish on
even if you are far away.
