At the End

Sitting here on the edge of reason

My toes are touching the void

All the roads I’ve taken

Every step and every turn

Choices and fate combined

Gave birth to this moment

Carved out of eternity

 

I am a dying star exploding

Unseen, unobserved in a

Vast ocean of space

A flickering candle in

The dark, dancing its last

Steps in a quiet room where

You have gone to sleep

 

Your face is smooth

Your mouth is slightly open

Breathing in, swallowing

This warm, golden light that

Kisses you on your cheeks

One last time before it

Sizzles and dies

 

You dream distant worlds

Into existence, bright, carefree

And new, but I am the light

That sees itself in your eyes

I am every beat of your heart

And I am there at the end

Of your every new start

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love the fluid way you express the various progressions of life. I'm reminded of how, for me, life has been ever-changing, not like what some people might crave as "stability". Stability bores the crap out of me, so I've been moving on from things that I still found perfectly satisfying & enjoyable. But, as in your poem, there's a piece of every regretful goodbye that still lights my way (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lorry]

This has a feel of at the end of the day, with end of days thrown in for good measure. Our minds do wander from the every day to the purpose of it all, especially in these prolonged strangest of times, as we are left with thoughts that seem to return constantly to the forefront of our mind without any prompting.
Or perhaps it just ponders where we go when we fall asleep, that still puzzles, especially when we should but can't sleep 😊