Collected Poems
The End
The End
Turn your face to mine,
let me look in your eyes
before love fades with the green
days, in the silences.
All summer love has been
your voice, and your hair that shone,
and the peace of your lips on mine.
But these are gone,
and loving is at an end,
is less than nothingness,
is quieter than the wind
in the dead grass.
And we are left alone
to go our separate ways…
Oh, your lips, and your hair that shone,
and the peace in your eyes!