No, that will never happen

The sun will never cease to rise 

nor endless orbits of the planets run, 

and I will never shine within your eyes. 

No, that will never happen. 

The clock will never cease to chime, 

the sands of time will not run out, 

and never will your love be mine. 

No, that will never happen. 

As morning surely brushes low the night, 

I will hopelessly pursue your favour 

but you will never sense my fiery light. 

No, that will never happen. 

Perpetual motion as the years go by 

the tides and seasons run their cycles 

and my love for you will never die. 

No, that will never happen. 

Steve Wheeler © 20 October, 2020