How Does This End?

Beyond the window,
Love first came
Looking for me.

I'm sleeping in
The distance,
Toward the lake
Of stars.

On the wings
Of memory,
Your eyes kiss
The moon.

I feel balanced
Enough, there is
Nothing left inside
To cry.

The the heavens,
I send my question:
How does this end?

Reviews

[GreenEyedPoet]

I really like this piece, great job hun!

[Jamestown]

You never seize to amaze me, nice piece of work.