Eternity is the Half-life of Passion

 

 

Like a drop of water

That becomes ice

In the desert 

 

Like the first cry

Of an unborn

Name

 

My hands hold on

To the promised

Dance

 

My Eternity

My forever

Is 

Now

 

 

April 19, 2026

© Vahé A. Kazandjian

PS/ I was reading "La piel" (The skin) poem by Uruguayan poet Idea Vilariño. Then I wrote the few above lines inspired by her.

It made my Sunday morning more introspective.