In a single palm
Or at end of finger tips
To live and to have lived
Not one life
But many
The plea of love and light
The keyboard keys echo
Alone
In the dark
This twilight of dreams
The one who writes
The one who reads
Lives more than once
What then of love?
What then of filling or being filled by light,life and being?
This their verbose immortality
Or brevity sweet
The unwritten realities shall day with thee
Universes in mind
These words
These lines
Merely paper scattered with dreams
This pen and ink
Or keys
The life and times of endless beings
In thy death
They shall not with thee
Ever end
For we and they shall read and be read
And again
They shall with thee
Never cease