By How many todays till eternity?
Calling the name
(thousands of trumpets twisting the air)
a stamp, a picture, a drop of sun
(encircled by lines and dots)
is honoring that fragment we know
(forgetting the vastness of the unknown)
living beyond the boundaries of letters
(though)
we honor a name and a time
(thus proving our mere existence).
I called out your name today!
(Did you hear me?)
Saturday, August 12, 2017 – Daniela Marin – Parentheses
Worlds of Words 