Only in minds
of mortal ones
seeking..

Find what they lack
as it wanes slowly through
toward the bitter end

How then can it be
what else is there
what more
and who does it settle
within
and where then
should it end
to begin again

Near then
the end is said
to be without finish
polished, traded for a better place
each, these days
lingers longing still
even in silence
ringing in the air
there, again