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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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