Eternity and time

Time pulls at eternity,
rivers running under slumbering clouds.
Eternity smiles happily.
Time dreams of happiness,
but is too busy to feel it, 

apart from brief slivers of elation 

and hints of a contentment to come.

Eternity doesn't know the joke,
yet is always laughing.
Time knows the joke only too well,
but doesn't get the punchline.

Time ascends to Eternity by letting go of its usual flow.

Eternity falls into Time, 

because it wants to know what it is 

to be heavy and have to move.

Eternity is in every drop of time,
latent peace
set adrift on a sequence of struggles.