Eternity is a stretch that lies in a moment before us

Beautiful flowers blooming and dying thrust

Into eagerly awaiting hands that stay everyoung

Because time outstanding is not demanding

But giving and offsetting the tides that are ruling

Kingdoms that rise and fall into ashes and as the

Crescent moon rises over Babylon so too do her

Gardens grow in and around vines of roses

Apple tarts in the moonlight that never supposes

To dare interrupt a moment that stretches

To infinity and beyond into eternity