According to Buddha

According to Buddha
we are born again every morning,
but what if I never died last night?
You kept me awake through the still
I was alive, memorizing your breathing patterns
looking for a way to slip between
the seams of your eyelids,
without so much as touching
a single resting lash,
and find myself in your dreams
We would dance on the moon
and make it back to see the sunset
and I’ll grab fistfuls of the night sky
and turn the constellations into diamonds
According to Buddha,
in being reborn every day,
it is what we do today
that matters most
But I seem to accomplish
so much in a single lifetime
with you.