Longer Still

 Longer Still

That life will run this unrelenting pace until the final syllable of time does not, by any trial or judgment, place an urgency on this bouquet in rhyme, that re-declares my love, that would describe the sweet abyss that slowly drew me in, the amber liquid love I yet imbibe, the kiss of life that dares me, kiss again. When life with you is over, verses read, when words no longer form within my soul, when dreams are spent and wonders stay unsaid, our love will yet remain, as ever, whole … as long as there's the power of the quill, as long as there is verse ... and longer still.  ~Dean Neighbors~