Forever Is Yours

By Roland E. Williams

When I count your name

How far back does it go?

And when, in time, will it end?

Ever? Not whar I think

Not what I know

It is lot, like white clouds

On a dark blue sky

And returns at times as a whisper

That rolls in from the sea

When your name calls me

And what of the image

That you are, aren’t you

All the imperfect ones

That are perfectly

Stitched together as one?

The dream I chiseled of you

In my immortal moment

Has stretched beyond time,

Warped beyond space,

And outlived every big bang

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