A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a
thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning
stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another
thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to
numberless floors in space
I could shed another
million tears, a million breaths,
A million names, but
only one truth to face
A million roads, a
million fears
A million suns, ten
million years of uncertainty
I could speak a
million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a
million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a
single truth, a single light
A single thought, a
singular touch of grace
Then following this
single point, this single flame,
This single haunted
memory of your face
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the
mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my
head
I may be numberless, I
may be innocent
I may know many
things, I may be ignorant
Or I could ride with
kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at
cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon
food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortune's
child to judge another's crimes
Or wear this pilgrim's
cloak, or be a common thief
I've kept this single
faith, I have but one belief
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the
mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my
head
On and on the
mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still
unsaid
Till you love me
~~*~~
In
all things, I seek what is constant, what persists:
the true and eternal core
of identity through the shifting tides of the multiverse.
Who we are is the
love we never give up on.
I had the grace to know such a love through one of
those numberless doors—
and if it takes a million lives and a million more, I
will open it again.
