I donít believe in forever, a word thick with life,
I donít recall a never, a tidal pool of distant strife.
I donít believe in forevers
because if ever I was to survive it,
it would lay me down upon dead rose petals,
in ecstasy I would drown. My thirst forever entrenched by its sound.
I donít believe in your eternity,
so I plead with you,
donít speak to me
of forever, forever and eternity.
No, rather, never and always say to me.
Donít speak too me of never dying love,
because I die each night we touch.
Between my dreams of a love verging on primordial lust,
painted grey within our ancestral dust.
Donít speak to me a fairy tale,
donít twist the heart ache of sleeping bells.
A bell toll of wishing wells, wedding tales,
I donít recall forever, the word is easy,
too easy to soothe.
I donít believe in forever,
a myth, a wish, a pretty disemboguing of the truth,
That is forever, the word that plays on tongues still loving in youth.
So speak to me in verse and rhyme,
in truth that will cost you more then time,
Speak too me in metaphor, of opening a never closed door,
Speak too me in little verse, say not what you mean, but let it be birthed.
Let it be that which can captivate a dying sea, a nymphs disease,
let the words that spill from your sweet lips,
always be, never be, that which sun can destroy but the moon would keep.
Speak too me, in all these verse. Your words birthed in creation of man,
as sea devours all of me, as in a flood our world would be, let the words that fall
so sweet, burn scars into my flesh, let the words be burning brittle chains upon my fate.
But never say forever.
Never say that lasting word,
For it would shake to dust my fragile bones, forsake the chains of fate as t
hey grow distant and cold.
Never say that word, that word that would break the face of the divine,
swallow the voice, and douse the flame.
I donít believe in forever, forever lies, painted mask upon your loving face.
Forever is the devils embrace.