A series of 11 short poems

 

End of a Galaxy

 

A blink

In the silent depth of night

 

 

As the last leaf of the beech tree

As the silent tear of my love

 

 

 

End of Harmony

 

I see her dancing on the sands

 

I see her                                     as she sees me

and in that moment

sand, sea, sun, surf

vanish in the vortex

until

our love                                      born in the moment

holds the world

perfectly in place

 

until

the sands                                   will no longer hold her dance

 

 

 

End of a Journey

 

I was the ocean travelled

 

The sea was our book                                      she was its pen

Did she write of love on its pages

As her ink ran dry?

 

 

I do not know                                                   we were one

She was lost in my doldrums

 

 

 

End of the Name

 

Still it stays on the page hidden amongst the lines

I am the only one

who sees it

 

as every day                            I hear

a silent song                            raised

to our love

 

these are mine alone

 

 

 

End of Dreams

 

Our flesh                        melted

in our flesh -

you sing, I weep

my tears are descant

we are one

 

Our flesh                        united

in our love -

you rose, I fell 

as the sea receded

we were one

 

Between your soul and my soul

life shone

briefly

 

 

 

End of Love

 

Lovers lose the present                        we hid the future

in the years                       We painted

our life

my hands were the shore

her breasts the horizon

 

our flesh was the canvas and our blood the tempera

 

 

Every day her soul and her heart called us,

thrusting us forward, thrusting to the future:

we became

rosebuds wilting in the desert sands

 

 

 

End of a Path

 

Where did the road begin

  our travels stretch out

  on our map?

 

Did I ink in that distant destination?

 

Now that the sands have covered her tracks

 

I wonder

Who did we meet

 make

 leave?

 

 

 

End of the Moon

 

Sylph, silver crescent of harvest

we dreamt in your arms

 

dwelt in your spell:

too long we loved

 

"The soft light will always

lead you to me" she whispered

and I entered her soul

 

 

Night ends at your cleaving

Sylph, sickle of lovers

 

 

 

End of Talk

 

He does not hear

 

words        sentences        whispers

hearing hope

I give none

my body broken

in pain

 

 

somewhere in my years there are tears

 

still my blood pulses round

a last breath

 

 

 

End of Sanity

 

When the cold winds blew her soul from him

he knew that death was a hollow laugh

and love lay in her silent voice

 

In all the years he has stood naked

on the shore:

his morning

his noon

his night

press cold against his flesh

scourged by her dust

 

 

 

End of the Wind

 

The last specks of sand touched him

as the sun lit his face

raised to the horizon

 

later                                         his epiphany

came in the lonely

stillness

of the dark night