In the end.

Just something off the top of my head.

In the end of it all, there is one thing I want.
I want my back against warm lonely grass, as I peer into the falling sky.
The blue tones fading, I reflect the last few months.

A smile widens upon my face, even with the world ending my hopes are high.
These are the last moments of beauty I will see in my life.

Clouds seamlessly drifting, forgoing and forgotten
just like everything will this coming night.

Thinking about the moment now, I wish I'd had watch clouds more often. 
Black smoke began to blend with the sky's blue

And flames even met with the horizon

Now smaller things on my mind, have higher value. 

The worlds end will soon be arriving. 

So in the end I want to be reminded of her beauty

In the end of it all there is nothing more I want. 

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[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Thinking about the moment now, I wish I'd had watch clouds more often....

I like your poem very much, sometimes we get too busy & carried away in life. We really miss all the beauty of life. Nice Poem!