If I could see myself through the eyes of God: outside of Time, all things at once…

I would see the boy dreaming and the man standing alone.

My love for her, forever blooming; the empty night which never stops.

All summers, all sunsets; they’re always swelling, they never stay.

And in these days, to see bliss frozen; and in my yearnings, a deathless flame.

All triumphs, all heartbreaks: forever rising, to fall forever.

Would it help me understand–this coming from darkness, this ending in darkness? To know the light which goes between?