FOREVER

No one is ever lost/

They are misplaced and replaced
by what might have been/

The secret of the sleeping rose
is that it believes in spring/

In a world of things that come and
go and nothing to be certain/

You must believe in spring/

A thousand summers anywhere
you go/

Remember that you love
him so/

The time he ran to stand
in the footprints you left in
the sand/

Each tide a life shared
in a moonland/

Touching to grab an instant
in a thousand summers/

Theres no chill yet you
shiver/

No flame yet you'll burn/

In the empty, silent place of
the world
He is a metaphore
illuminating the
silent places in our
hearts
revealing a strange
beauty:

Austere, Elegant

Enigmatic, Haunting

Dancing clowns on buttercups

and

Forever Never Ends