How do I stop acting on something that has no end?
Me loving you, the autumn, the wind, the wolf, the violence…
None of them has an end.
From the firefly to the fire,
From the stars to the mud,
My love won’t end.
And what will end, surely, is my breath.
And then, my ashes will love the sea.
The fish will swim through my remains.
Love never ends; it becomes less.
But never nil.
So for my last act of love,
I will keep loving and loving and loving.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 12:24 AM UTC
How do I stop acting on something that has no end?
Me loving you, the autumn, the wind, the wolf, the violence…
None of them has an end.
From the firefly to the fire,
From the stars to the mud,
My love won’t end.
And what will end, surely, is my breath.
And then, my ashes will love the sea.
The fish will swim through my remains.
Love never ends; it becomes less.
But never nil.
So for my last act of love,
I will keep loving and loving and loving.
