A poem for beginnings.

I could perhaps say

Like lovers often do

That I will love you forever

Or Always, perhaps?

But if I were to gauge the extent

Of a limitless sensation

And I chose to use

These barometers for measure

I might just be lying

For I failed to notice the last time

I learnt how long forever lasts

Or how long always takes

Before it runs into an end.

I don’t know the extent of an eternity

Or the depth of an infinity

Or can recall ever feeling either one

Or hear them echo beyond

The limits of life

And of death

Or of the walls that define

Rooms

And graves

And the beaches that hold the seas contained.

But stand upon that beach

And look out over to the horizon

And grasp the distance

From our feet to the edge of our ability to see

And I promise you this

That If we were to embark on a journey,

To the end of this mutual horizon,

Where the sky gently runs into the water

To mate,

Or perhaps, just

To meet,

I would love you till the end of that journey

If that journey ever ends

Or if we run out of horizons.

If you feel that’s enough

If you deem that aplenty

Then come let’s learn

How long forever lasts

Or when always ends

Or if I can love you

Limitlessly.