The Implications of Time Travel

Falling in love with future saints
She painted her heart upon the bedroom wall
And reached for my face with slender fingers of porcelain
Before vanishing back into the time -stream

I drove to the library on fitful roads
Where I consulted metal filing cabinets
And wrote her name upon my arm in black ink
I bathed in the glory of my newfound love

A book, a thick illustrated volume
Will serve as my faithful guide
I will grow old as the years fall away
And hold your breath in the depths of my lungs
Until I’m delivered into your arms once again