The End

He bore for her life's burdens Soothed the children of their tears Was the rock all others broke upon Left fond memory of his years

Biff Morgan

I fled on wings of starlit hue

across the golden sky

Up into the beyond I flew

watching my dreams go by

 

Shadows echoed love lost dreams

as memories of my past

Obscuring visions of my trust

all characters I knew last

 

The love that I so longed for

the beauty that I would need

Said live life as emotion

set forth by a holy creed

 

In battered rags of ancient might

my god sat on his throne

Viewing me in tortured sight

turning my sins to stone

 

My life passed by its silent way

asking of him just why

For now it's gone and left of me

I know what it's like to die

 

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Author's Note

For Biff whose smile lit the world and whose loss set the sun to grieving.

Reviews

[Dayran]

A poem like a canvas when we bring several different dabs of paint to express our grief. We point to the sky ... people ... the divine ... and a promise to ourselves not to forget the love. Put in place in such haphazardness that we can't help but feel your trembling ... at the very thought of life's unexpectedness ... its suddenness ... and the experience of immortality. Taking place as it does in the midst of our own endeavors in life ... it sometimes suggests a similar message for all of us.

Nicely done Huckleberry ... certainly one of your best ... in the way it showcases the responses of the passions in their natural qualities. Well done.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you sir It is always an occasion to have a review from you I should role out the red carpet. Much appreciated

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

this is really a beautiful array of words expressing longing~

[Angelauthor1204]

WOW!!! I love it! You're mega talented.

[Robin]

serene and beautiful , sad and sobering , a poem of life .

[Cafe Reader]

Great poetry! Very beautiful!

[Trinity]

nice one.. I feel for you.

[Rick Puetter]

My Dear Friend Tate,

The passion of you heart is never in doubt. I feel the emotion of this so well. We will all go out eventually. So why not gloriously under a falling star.

And what a soaring spirit:

"I fled on wings of starlit hue
across the golden sky
Up into the beyond I flew
watching my dreams go by"

A very nice poem, Tate. Greatly enjoyed.

Best regards, my friend,

Rick

[Geralyn Miller]

I want to go peacefully and quietly in my sleep, without a long drawn out illness, I have "kissed" death in violent ways a time or two(work hazard) and peaceful is my choice. It hurts less. I want to die with no regrets, not words of love left unsaid, no apologies owed, at peace with all the world with my dog and a book. That's the way I want to go. Once I am dead I don't give a damn what they do with the empty husk that once was the physical me, I won't be there; I'll be with the ones I love.

[TAO]

You know, I want to go out under a falling star, too... But the falling star that will come, should my wish be granted, will likely end the world.

I, too, often reflect on the end (as you may be able to tell from the prior statement); usually, it's the end of the world, and my life with it. How will it play out? And will I get the chance to die a warrior fighting a megalomaniac come to burn humanity to ash, or will I die in an attempt to save a few people from the devestation wrought by the falling star I mentioned? However I go it, I want to go out fighting (literally or metaphorically).

This poem is one that makes me to want to reflect more on Mr. Grim's coming. I had a dream I was killed, shot in the gut, and it was a very real feeling. I woke up thinking that I was dying. This poem makes me remember that.

I don't know exactly what to take from it... It seems hopeful, but it seems not. Contradiction, I know, but that's what it is. Either way, this is an awesome piece.

[Bethany]

This is just beautiful, the emotion is almost tangible.

[Dani]

I wonder about the end as well, sometimes. This is a great piece, and beautiful in that the sadness fills every crack and crevice of the poem. Like many others have said, it's bittersweet. I feel it.