the far and between
distances
crossed
star crossed
well they beckon like beacons
misty
blurred
a space of dying
in-between me and them
a space of becoming
in-between me and them
and at the end
a light
a coloured light
posted on a promontory
as much a warning
as a place of entry
a warm reminder
this awaits you all
this begins
where you end
this is the ending
of your beginning
5 comments:
Such a powerful play on words, Steven. It reminds me of TS Eliot
Beautiful thoughts. Hope you're enjoying your summer vacation, Steven!
Such a difference in mood between this and Sunday's poem.
I know you are on vacation, hope it is great.
So the circle of life and the wheel of fortune roll together...
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