And if you were

And if you were to live a thousand years

not one day will be like the other

Seasons and calendars paint our lives in broad strokes

but it’s the seconds we steal

to stand a minute in eternity

our feet slightly above the ground

to tap into the timeless song of births and deaths

and the exquisite lives stolen between them

before long we relax our jaws

loosen the buttons of our shirts

and lose the handle of our legs and arms

as we get electrified over and over again

by the thunder in our hearts.