Some endings have such richness in their flow,
the night taking its temper from the day.
You sport a smile when love gets up to go.
Mirrors of time hold all you need to know,
haloes of stars sustaining casual clay.
Some endings have such richness in their flow.
Far-off appointments, comet-like, will grow
into your week-to-view, pointing your way.
You sport a smile when love gets up to go.
Sweet long goodbyes precede the sharp hello,
foreseen, embraced and prompting one to say
some endings have such richness in their flow.
Your hearth and home’s an archipelago,
wild oceans calling all the while you stay.
You sport a smile when love gets up to go.
Resting, you relish teeming tides below,
a gathering of kin, a quietening of play.
Some endings have such richness in their flow
you sport a smile when love gets up to go.
