What is this second for me?

What is this day? What is this age?
My life is a long way as eternal sound of the cosmos.
I know people can fly but they lost their wings.
A long time ago…
Many days ago…

What is this minute? What is this second?

It is the second when you have called me on the phone.
I do not think about the age and the day and the cosmos.
I am listening to the sound of the voice of my beloved man.