Sweet Abyss
That life will run this unrelenting pace
until the final syllable of time
does not, by any trial or judgment, place
an urgency on this bouquet in rhyme
that re-declares my love, that would describe
the sweet abyss that slowly drew me in,
the amber liquid love I yet imbibe,
the kiss of life that dares me, kiss again.
When life with you is over, verses read,
when words no longer form within my soul,
when light has gone and all is dark instead
our love will yet remain, as ever, whole--
as long as lives the power of the quill,
as long as there is verse... and longer still.
Copyright © Dean Neighbors | Year Posted 2012
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