Ten Thousand Years

Ten Thousand Years


Ten thousand years
is nothing
for a love that burns so blue.
Rest your head upon my shoulder.
My breath, my gift
to you.

My poem of love,
(conceived before we met)
was of another place,
another time
when we were lovers
yet.

You will know my kiss
as you will know my name
as you have known
ten thousand years
from where it was
I came.