by Stephen Atkinson

Created on: May 01, 2008

Forever And Beyond

How but to slow the clock
ticking away my time
forever reminding me
there are hills yet to climb

obstacles placed in my path
by only me I realize
here I stand on the golden shore
reaching out with my eyes

for she with the auburn hair
she whose love I have lost
will it ever be this way
if it is then what a cost

the flowers of many colors
are wilting and falling over
reaching for the earth
to give them a safe cover

the leaves too fall
and turn a dirty brown
as they rest upon the earth
on my brow a furrowed frown

just once more to see her
and the smile upon her face
I will forever stand here
waiting in this place

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