Contemplating Poem by Martin Greyford

I think about you in every moment and every image of
you hurts me horribly. I want to feel every thought,
every whisper you say in the deep silence of the
eternity of you soul. To be able to cry in me,
beside you, beside me in you, to be able to
understand why our hearts beat, why we live among
moments and not among eternities as if it were
different.
To be able to understand every smile which breaks in me just like a wave, which finally breaks against
the cliff of my eternity through the blood of my
ancestors as my misconducts break in your eternity
and that of your ancestors.
And they want to tell you how much I love you, how
much I adore you in this vain world.
I know we will never be able to look in the eyes,
but only in the hearts.
I know they beat against the infinite precisely
because they beat even though we both want the
infinite and its truth. Any beat opposes the
infinite because it measures an infinity, even if it
is finite.