Folds of time

i follow the wings of a butterfly
into the moment-
this future, born from what’s passed,
like soft embers glowing that
only present eyes can grasp…
and this heart! reckoning a thousand lifetimes, sweetly beats into mine,
as memories fall upon my breast;
a thousand hellos, as many goodbyes
we lose not what we keep,
within the immortal folds of time

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