i, I

i’ve run out

of sheep

Curiosity is still

not going to bed

so we got on

the back of Time

flew ten, twenty

seasons ahead

to catch

a glimpse of me

ten, twenty

seasons after

over

the flapping wings of Time

Curiosity

blinks wide awake

would she love me

as much as i love her?

would i see traces

of me in her eyes?

what castle

would she have built

from the rocks

i’ve been carving?

would she still be

close friends with Time?

over the wind

i think i heard

Time say

one can’t collect

Memory there, child

but i’ll let you keep

flashes of a sky full of rainbows