7 May 2007

sigh

All things it seems end with a sigh, or begin to end.
Whether it be tragedy or ecstasy or just a final end to tedium.
Decisions that make themselves, then let you know, use them;
as do children when they despair that you will ever understand.
A field of them is a hard thing see with the minds eye
until you sigh in giving up the quest and find it there at your minds edge like something waiting patiently to be allowed in.
Like with Love, like with Devotion, like with Surrender; each arrives
in it’s own time with a sigh and leaves you wondering what has ended
for good or ill, really, and left only open doors before you.

⇑ by Rick Silletti in Poetry