Never My Love - Poem by Antonio Liao

cut the edges of time
and vision tomorrow yesteryear, rushing
in the creeks of water down the
rocks of sudden fall

wake doesn't matter turning the glide
that surf the wind, goes on and on
like angels of blues, telling the
ocean floor come and rest

oh! glad tiding smooth the fresh
valley of tears, letting go
as the heart fonder; a joy of lasting
spirit to love, until never die
lives to die forever...