Memoirs Of A Teenage Heart

A Thousand Times

A Thousand Times

I think I’ve lived a thousand times.

There’s the way your soul resonates Summer

while you revel in the arms of Winter.

Autumn is humming within your bloodstream

and Spring rests sweetly in your eyes

as roses blossom on your snow-hued cheeks.

There’s the way your smile is a sunset,

and your laughter the dawn of a sunrise;

the way your twilight candle of a soul

flickers gently, holding the stars that shine

within the darkest maws of black holes.

There’s the way you breathe moonlight

in every sunlit word your lungs exhale -

the poetry on your lips that illuminates

those soft, careening shadows that shine

like crescents beneath your eyes. 

There’s the way your fingers reach for mine,

hollow wings grasping across universes

that resonate with the lost echos of hope. 

There are constellations in our names, darling,

exploding stars extinguished in the chaos of gravity -

 I think I’ve died a thousand times.