Then
and now
the end
comes somehow

relativity
is time
eternity
has no outcome

every moment
a meeting-point only
each sentient
a mere spark of reality

sleeping and awakening
is rhythm and necessity
loving and hating
is but life's partial story

all that is
is limits and bounds
all around something's amiss
there are no perfect sounds

living is the beginning
of the route to the ending
futile is every clinging
unfulfilled is every longing

the best poem or the finest song
its essence is over  after the reading and hearing
life's every delight or dismay, right or wrong
will be buried in ruins, beyond remembering.

We write to liberate ourselves as best as we can, never to compete or 'show off'.  Poetry that's too artificially inflated defeats its purpose.  It can't be forced or coaxed.  High-sounding words do not add substance. Words are like notes in a musical piece.  Just as the latter follow one another in sequence to create a certain effect, so do words.  Naturalness and spontaneity is the hallmark of all good writing.  A worthy poem strikes at our very core when it unfolds itself so delicately as the flowering of a bud---we flow with it and identify our feelings with it--it's a moment of awakening so to speak -our hearts are touched, our spirit is elevated and we are transported into that beauty and poignancy beyond the bounds of the poem itself.  This is a peak experience and brings us close to the celestial and sublime.  

    (Many thanks for sharing your views with me)

Two hearts that beat as one, Indebted to the journey of finding each other's essences. Follow the currents that redefine our hopes and dreams. Relive the moments that weave the present into the future pediment. Forever standing as one.