Author’s Notes: This poem is a slightly mythological one, about being in love with an immortal. Sort of like Eros and Psyche from Greek mythology. The title is borrowed from Bette Green’s book Morning Is a Long Time Coming.

Forever Is a Long Time Coming

Forever is a long time coming

Ageless skin and beautiful hands

Weave together a pattern of each dawn

Of each morning that greets the mountaintops

Century after century

Moment after poignant moment

An elixir of life running through your veins

A sweet ambrosia fills your breath

Young and yet impossibly old

Childlike innocence mixed with painful wisdom

A blend of all that is

And all that will come to be

Forever is a long time coming

A distant shadow that holds me in a vice

Reminding me of my simple mortality

I will live

I will laugh

And then I will die in your arms

What cruel twist of irony had softened my heart?

Bent my strong armour so that I am defenseless

Naked against the slow drip of the hourglass

Time will claim me

While you, my immortal love

Will live forever

To the very day the world ends

And then I shall rejoice

Because forever has come