As the sun slickly slides
through a quickly capsizing sky
you needle me for taking photographs
for wanting to record this way of things
Do you not feel that this is temporary
Do you believe there won’t be a different way
These are precious moments
these are precious moments
in our short lives
And with each day that ends
I feel a larger ending
creeping closer
and with each dusk descending
I sense a fuller ending
edging quietly closer
Remember when you kissed me with passion
on a peeling pier by painted boats
some Grecian bay, one nameless day
I laughed a lot, we both did
then we felt the twist
the sparks of our lives crackling between us
the energy of all we were; burning before us
These were precious moments
these were precious moments
in our short lives
And with each ending day I hear the tune grow
with each night that we casually let end
I hear the chorus
And death…
death is the only song
I don’t want to sing
death! death is the only song
death is the only song
I don’t want to sing…
[2017]
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The Lighthouse 