A line from a faraway coordinate;
These real-valued constants sketch out limits --
Fated for the two of us to converge.
Derivatives follow the gradient's path;
An infinitesimal moment in time
passes by as we lock our eyes as one.
Over that field, they are all there in sight;
Smooth curves and functions that are beautiful --
I need you to trust all that I can see.
From back in the day when you'd look above
And see the scalars soaring with my love --
That we'd be here today was meant to be.
Notes
At work today, I was listening to Bokura no Natsu no Yume (translated: Our Summer Dream) and was inspired to pen this piece instead of reading papers and working on the literature review like I was supposed to. This song is so hopeful and nostalgic and it reminded me of so many childhood memories.
I have been reading about iambic pentameter lately so each line has ten syllables. This poem feels like it’s in the first stages of something larger. The final stanza seems awkward but with some revision, a few more lines, and a rhyme scene, this could someday become a sonnet. Now that would be nice :)