The End Game

The End Game

Remember the sweet blossoms we bore
In the bright
And glorious spring of youth
And our pathless direction
Bound for no place particular
And every place generally?

Do you remember the sun
On our faces
And the moon in our nights?

Tell me true, love
Do you remember?

Snow fell gently in our winters
Melting effortlessly
Come morning's golden sun.

Truly, love
Do you remember?

We could fly
Across wide
Cloudless skies.

Love, truly
Do you remember?

Our feet, my love
Have anchored
And we are now rooted here.

Sweet love of my youth
Here we rest
You there, in stone
And I here, in dust.

Let it go
Darling love.
All is done.

Here we rest.