"Could you hear my heart beating?
Could you hear that sound?
I wish it would not stop here,
I wish gravity would pull it towards you."
just like that dot in the nightsky
you almost did not shine;
almost not visible,
but only in the beginning.
you shine so little;
your light
must be from a thousand years ago,
or million, hundred; unsure
is glooming here.
dim, weak, faded
almost shallow
unseen.
my eyes though
were crazy enough
(or not?)
to be able to
see you.
out of all the
dots, bigger dors,
it spotted you.
as if you went here
on your own
just like that light star
you went here
strong,
bright,
crazy enough?
"Am I your gravity?
Am I pulling you close?
but that light,
that I was able to pull,
that I was able to see,
that was just
your residue,
your past,
not you.
"My gravity.
Am I your gravity?
Are you my gravity?"
i want you here
with me,
whole
complete
real, here
in my reality.
not just your light.
but that's impossible,
and so they say.
you are light years ago,
You are a million miles
away.
you are the past
i am my present;
i am your future
you are my present.
and time here
do not seem to coincide
with yours.
i hope,
no,
i can only wish
that gravity would
help me through.
if it's not possible,
just a good pull
by gravity,
i'll try to pull
through,
take you here
with me.
or maybe, would you
also become my gravity?
you're my past
i'm your future
if gravity would just work
between us
we'll become each other's present.