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