Will we have had time?

Children from Somalia or from here,
who only have a few hours to live on this Earth,
in this life so short.
What have they come to tell us
if not to love one another infinitely
and to cease to seek happiness
from sources outside ourselves?

Time for love,
for confession,
time for a smile,
time to be happy.
How the universe spreads its wings,
how vast everything is,
love is like a mere second lost in space.

In love,
space and time are sweet illusions.
Time to be happy,
space and time have already vanished.
In the space of a moment,
a mere second,
will we have had time to say I love you?