The embrace of the future
A future generation adores you
And you feel the cymbal of immortality.
That love is like space and time
Meandering, interweaving, mysterious.
A child hugs what you’ve always been
And you feel what you will always be.
In the eyes of that embrace: a new universe
A new universe that is old, infinite, full of tomorrows.
I am what I’ve been made
History is the only divinity.
But the past, like any other god,
Is a crest founded upon a trough.
What the future generations will see
Is not for my eyes to see.
I am an heir and I am a progenitor
In my love I pass on the baton.
In my love I pass on the baton
My primordial brain is set ablaze.
My primordial brain is set ablaze
But I won’t be there to see the flame I myself have lit.
The future is not for me to see
But the soft, sweet love I’ve known
Is more than enough for me.