I know the end;
like the harsh shine of the sun,
and the soft glow of the moon.
One comes around,
and the other turns away.
Like a grand finale,
into a fresh, new start.
I know the end;
like coastal waters.
Rushing to the shore
and drifting away,
bringing when it returns
cold tsunami, or gentle wave.
I know the end;
like a distant friend
that laughs over the phone,
sometimes you never meet again.
I know the end,
it’s closer than one can see.
But after the end,
comes a new beginning.