Monday, July 26, 2010

small red beacon


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:

Elisabeth said...

Such a powerful play on words, Steven. It reminds me of TS Eliot

willow said...

Beautiful thoughts. Hope you're enjoying your summer vacation, Steven!

Meri said...

Such a difference in mood between this and Sunday's poem.

TechnoBabe said...

I know you are on vacation, hope it is great.

jinksy said...

So the circle of life and the wheel of fortune roll together...