consciousness as a time traveler

consciousness as a time traveler. maybe this moment in time had been knocking on the door of the past for a while.. i had felt it looking at me, through the seams. like a timid child, scared, scrutinizing from a distance, knocking gently. past present future merging onto one another at the beginning of life, trying to whisper a song to me. it brushed my hand in the summer of 2006, as I stared at you in the hazy summer sun, you rubbed sunscreen onto my back. it seemed as if the blue sky had found a home near your freckled face, sprinkled with angel dust, smeared with the tinctures of infinity, gifted with the tenderest touch. i could see every color in your eyes. constellations birthed holding each other through your cheeks. a thousand possibilities coursing through your veins. undoubtable omnipotence. in my child ephemeral eyes, you were everything that constituted the universe. your eyes staring down on to me; reassuring, kind, granting, unconditional. we felt infinite, like an old song the trees knew too well. perhaps I had met the softest blow of the wind, a lullaby only love could decipher.

from the corner of my eye, i caught visions of you. there you were, traveling through the milky way, scratching the sky with your fingertips, merely getting close. i think you spent your childhood reaching for the the warmth of the sun, leaving behind traces of love that asked for nothing in return in corners where the sky met the earth. merging with the ground, walking barefoot to feel it all, always, undoubtedly, returning back home. you must've been the core, you must've been the glue, you must've been the flower; the seed that could mend it all. the power of love sat at home in the palm of your hand, you liked caressing the center of mine; i felt the wave, i felt the universe.

in the wake of a new sun, you soared so high up that the moon wanted to smother you in its motherly embrace. here, a skyscraper. a building so tall icarus could collide with. in each room, you held our memories with feathered beds, untouched in time, to be visited by the stars. how many doors, in this paper town that you built for the two of us, will I have to open to finally see you standing by the windowsill? in my dreams, i open each room, with divine patience, letting memories sing their lull. i see us; playing hide & seek, eager for the world, divinely at home,with the certainty that no matter in which of these rooms i'd hide, you would always find me, and i would always find you.

perhaps i'll spend my development reaching up for you, breathing in the clouds, hugging the warmth of days. wishing upon a star. asking the moon about you. visiting you as i dream away a life well spent. protecting every step of your past, wearing it on my shirtsleeve. your life is a fine line of celestial particles i wanna spread through the universe in hopes that it will find you, to remind you, one last time... that you were eternally loved in this speck of life