Eternal And Unchanging

Eternal and Unchanging

The power of words and stories are eternal and unchanging

They give meaning to a meaningless life

Form and structure to nothingness

Order to chaos

Names to time and space

Your hand in mine is certain and sure

Soothing – like well worn glass

Stroked along a rigid scar

Like your eyes, clear and focused on the truth

That we all leave in the end is certain

Even you, dear Alice, will one day be forgotten

Or at least misremembered and moulded to fit

Wherever your Rabbit Hole lands

One day you will know the peace of that Rabbit Hole

Turning into a beautifully tended grave

A place where you can rest – and grow

Like apples in the summer

Perhaps there is no such thing as permanence

Even wanting and longing fades after time

A dream becomes a memory

A memory becomes a dream

Perhaps that is why I turned pain into a physical remembrance

A mark and line

A malformed limb and body part

But even that meaning changed

Was taken from me

Just like childhood – a time I am very glad did not last forever

Though in many ways it has

An eternity of anything would become a curse in the end

So we must skip through seconds

Meander through minutes

And say hello to our hours.