My Lullaby (The End)

The end is my lullaby.

Soft and beautiful,

as its meaning.

It washes over me as i sleep,

Creating an aura of essence it brings as i listen.

The end is to me what I believe in,

To pass from this place to the wonderful garden,

It has so willingly promised.

As the end draws to a conclusion,

Leaving its message to my waking mind,

I slip easily from this gallery of faces and ripped pictures,

That once were supreame,

Into a sleep so peacefully,

It could be the end.

Reviews

[Alicia™]

This poem seems very intruiging, and makes me wonder what it's about. The flow is great, and it seems very soft and soothing…

There are a few typos though. It's "aura" (unless you meant the aurora) and "essence" in the 5th line, "wonderful" in the 7th, "supreme" in the 12th, and "peacefully" in the last. There's a small one in the title too.

Other than those tiny things, it's brilliant.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Should the end be sleep then its lullaby is the gateway indeed to things beyond our waking consciousness. There is a depth in this poem that I have yet to fathom. TFS.