Somewhen

Somewhen
does not exist in my life –

it is but a mere second
among uncountable others.

Yet, in my memories,
days past live on to be revisited

and while I sleep,
even older seconds return to visit me:

a monk praying quietly in his dark cell;
a pilot panicking, his plane caught fire;
your embrace to quiet me;

smell of smoke and fruits
and soothing sounds of a river
in a valley these eyes of now have never seen.

Also, there were seconds I gave to you
for much the same reasons.

I treasure each one of them.

Bright beyond all
an eternal flame

silent soul