New born child
playing with eternity
as if it were
a toy.
Child
in love with eternity
eternally.
Man
tearing the wings off of
eternity
to see what makes it
fly.
Death
offering us eternity
with open hands
which we(grown use to
life) refuse.
Eternity
always and forever
becoming itself
in a new-born
child.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yours-eternally/