Remember when you whispered forever,
and I heard your voice as a drowning
man hears the people on the shore
--a whisper that dances like moonlight
on the ripples of my mind.
I believed you because the horizon
was shrouded in evening’s dimness
and in the darkness you cannot feel
time passing, or your dreams dying,
only
the way your hand caressed my face.
It’s only logical that forever makes
more sense when you cannot see tomorrow,
and for the lies to become half-truths
because the nectar of my heart was ripe for
bearing falsities, since I was willing to
wait that extra hour until dawn to see
the naked imprint in the grass of where
you left me lying.
