the poetry of Charles Fry

1 September 1996

like you

Forever, it seems to me, isn't quite so long as everyone imagines.
Just some days and some years and some lives put together.
You can only take it as it comes, eyes open or closed as you wish.
But in any case it comes walking slowly towards you.

It wouldn't be bad at all, I don't think, to keep being and doing.
Just gotta make sure to have some good fun and to dance a bit.
Forever really isn't such a dull thing as the word itself would seem.
Or rather, it's our forever so we need to make it beautiful.

Beautiful like the soft velvet rose petals like your fingers.
Calm like the radiant purple sunset like your smile.
Quiet like the smoothly flowing river like your words.
Gentle like eternity like forever, like you.

Copyright © 1996 Charles Fry