If You Ever Existed At All

I still think if I looked long and hard enough, I could find your eyes, at the end of a telescope lens; Disguised as twin suns in a nebula of a galaxy Just one ectoplasmic storm away. I suspect it is your voice I hear murmuring Behind the bluejays of a morning; Or the eery whistling around some buildings in winter- Was it your hands that I felt, buffeting my hair? I feel you've been everywhere, on this old world Just five minutes before I arrived on the scene- Though whether it might have been five hundred years Or five millenia, it's difficult to discern. Your touch cannot be eradicated By the stony face of unexpurgated time; By the unexpected turn, of momentary illness, Or a mortuary's fiery furnace mouth, Though it caress your bones, with bright fingers of flame; For you must have been present In the very first seconds If you ever existed at all.