At the end
of the beginning
nothing stirs
the past’s
laid out
like a lost map
once vibrant
pulsing, iridescent:
that’s youth
fading.
Decisions made
snap
like branches in the
storm.
You walk in
darkness: obscured
in cloud
we share
illuminated
moments:
At the end
of the beginning
despair lingers,
you grope for
cohesion, I flutter:
a trapped bird
seeking justice.
There is no
answer to your
riddle
round & up
it spirals
an eroding
sculpture
of desire
The answer
is harsh,
disperses laughter
At the end
nothing stirs
the palette
is sombre
yet like a
fool I glitter in
my galaxy of dreams
awaiting morning.
Victoria Mosley 