Infinite

Shot through spaces of infinite time.
Wonder if she'll remember me?
I've noticed the outlines of this city.
Reminds me of the texture of a world,
that has yet to fully pass on to the dead.

Stars are all in ecstasy.
They feel a slight tingle,
as they softly are a caressed,
by the beauty of my tears.

Most likely to burn like the sun,
I once said to her..

It's an awkward feeling,
because for once I was right.

I'm shot through spaces of infinite time.
Wonder if she'll remember me?
Or will I fade away,
like crisp snow on a pale morning of spring?

Only she knows the answers I seek.