Too much of the ending
in which
we leave a loved one or friend in
and for us
it's to begin again,

there's nothing new in this
we all reach the finale and
give that final kiss
farewell.

But it is difficult
we all know that.

Character does not descend from the sky like dew
It grows from the depths
And fights to move upwards.

Upwards, upwards, upwards,
I go.

I don’t want to escape from this feeling
And yet,
I cannot bear
To withstand it, either…

Winter is the cold sleeping space
Between the blanket and the sky,
Between the legs falling asleep in warmth,
And the leaves turned to frost in twilight.

the darkness holds so many secrets
that daylight doesn't dare to ask about.
hidden underground,
ignored and concealed;
the light does not always illuminate the truth.

the pottery is unspinning
the sweater's unknitting
the candle is melting
and the tea's gone missing
pondering the theft in awe at this mess
and what's left:
clay, fabric, wax, and leaves
i guess
it's god's way
to say
be grateful for your things
when the world goes backwards
it's the leaving that stings