Time Doesn't Exist Near Black Holes

Time is like a hurricane passing by

Winds moving over 75 miles per hour

Only to seemingly slow or hault once it hits

Like a home run swinging past home base wanting for the players to give chase

But being stopped by the fence

Time reminds me of the breeze flowing through your hair

Blowing past your face

The sun's glistening, golden hands reaching out to roll through the strands

Now I can only think it's so unfair those hands weren't mine

And how I was jealous of a giant ball of hot gas

That was about 149.6 million kilometers away

You loved astronomy

Including all the burning giants of our deep blue galaxy

That reminded me of your deep blue eyes

So I suppose my black hole of jealousy was rational

You always wanted to be with a star

Time is a funny thing

It can be a quick fling

Or seemingly last forever

A little infinite

Or a drawn out lifetime of emotion

Subtly ticking away

Inch by inch

Except time isn't measured in length

It's measured in moments

Like the hurricane which may drag across the earth for miles yet

The only time it counts is when I got to see the breeze it causes

Which runs through your hair

letting the sun slide its brilliant touch through the strands

A moment in time

Frozen for eternity

Like a black hole's heart