Looking Through You

A millennia is the feeling of walking,

Progressing forward, never looking back,

And yet I wonder,” When will I stop?”

Trains stick by then zip away, and

Right before you know it,

It’s just you again

When is the time right?

To calm down,

To descend back to earth

Day and night slipping like grains of sand,

Years become months, months to weeks,

Hours to minutes, and minutes to seconds

Then, from a night of darkness,

There is, but one gleaming star.

That is the feeling when you arrived

As if a spark of energy

Coursed through my veins

When seeing you

I shall not let the train leave,

You are there,

And I will go too

The first time in the millennia

I feel beyond warm,

And just your presence provokes that

Someone who understands and listens,

Through darkened times,

Through long days and nights

All this time you were out there,

And now I see through your eyes

I am not alone