Eternity

And when we were happy
 even with this defensive Paradise of the soul then
 the most terrible truth was death.

 Later when t
 he white Bird
 fled from our hands
 we hoped it might come back again
 but nothing could console
 our soul and our eyes.

 Because happiness is not tangible...
 It's given and it's not given...
 Appears and disappears...

 While the most dominant and everlasting presence
 is death...

 No matter how remote it is
 it is certain that no one would be able
                                           to touch its Eternity
 completely indifferent to the madness
 and the passions of the moment
 it sits and waits.