FOREVER IS MY NAME
I sense the sweet smelling earth,
The winging birds above sing with mirth.
They do not know that I have been.
The evening’s chill means nothing to me,
I do not feel it.
The due falling, invisible, touches me
But I care not.
I have been here many days
But I feel no hunger, no thirst.
I no longer wish that which had been comfort
For I am content.
I am conches but past physicality.
Time goes by….., soon spring will come
And still I shall remain.
I shall profess forever for
Forever is my name.
Robert
E. Browne
© All Rights Reserved
Do not copy