the end

 

These are my hands

This is the end

The idea we fought for

Still exists

And as my breath falls slower

I go with pride

To eternity’s door

Knowing the faces of love

From across time and existence

Wait with soft eyes in your summer land

Author's Note

Cp. 6:41PM Thu 03/13/08 NM Sophie Scholl thoughts, words, streamed, tried blah, here (Written, Blue.)