Won't be long

One thing I never understood is "time."
Why we can't turn it back, why we can't slow it down,
why we can't dismantle it all together and pay no attention
to how quickly our life is perishing.

But one thing I don't question, one thing I trust about
the hours and minutes that number my days,
is that time is what it takes-
for you to be with me.

I am no ordinary poetess, writing with her beloved in mind,
but you dear muse....
aren't even created yet. You are formed; you are a living,
breathing, (and if I had to guess, beautiful) human being,
but you're not created yet-
for me.

Though, it won't be long. It won't be long until heaven
can no longer wait for this divinity, this unity, this God
ordained spectacle of true love
to develop.

I hope you're as anxious as me

to meet.