Scene 25: Beginning and End

Winter-tapped cream and grey-green rings
Sakura lacing against white diamonds’ sheen
Enchanting, enveloping, under the wings
Statuesque, unparalleled, of all that is seen



Your words were hypnotic
like a rabbit in a hat
playing your cards
and tapping away my perception
Your words were hypnotic

Your words were boundless
like rivers pouring life
overflowing with grace
and washing away my doubts
Your words were boundless

Your words were harmonic
like wind and strings
drumming with perfection
and blowing away my mind
Your words were harmonic

Your words were chocolate
like magic reserved for occasions
giving such sustenance
and romancing away my logic
Your words were chocolate

Your words were golden
sweet as pollen for bees
blooming past monotony
and taking away my senses
Your words were golden

Your eyes were full
Your touch was silver
Your voice was brilliant
Your zest was sweet
Your scent was glowing

But your words were empty

I wrote the beginning at the beginning of us, for you.

And the ending of us I wrote at the end.

The end is always longer. Weeks of joy are easily outstripped by just hours, minutes of sorrow.