Terminus ad quem

I glimpse silhouettes of snow covered mountains. Behind moonlit skies as shimmering stardust wait’s to greet the sunrise.

 

Jilted lovers lonesome signal in distress, it’s now a new day moral-less. What I have done for love, love has never done for me, and too many times winds up in misery.

 

Let the truth be told so weary am I; the search for elusive blissfulness seems to have fallen awry. I simply exhale and close my eyes per diem.

 

              “Terminus ad quem”.