Across the worlds, across all time,
in ancient age or modern clime,
rip the hours and seconds rend
and force the Clock’s lockstepping to end.
Break the hourglass, spill the sands,
stir with mine a desert of thoughts:
grains unseen purl with the Distant Strand
and each knit the infinite wrought.
Aeons are within our minds,
infinitude within our hearts,
and jointly bound and shared entwine
Eternity within love’s art.