Why does the light seem brightest, <br />just before it fades and dies? <br />Why do the waves rage highest, <br />at the breaking of the tides? <br />Why does the fruit taste sweetest, <br />before it starts to rot? <br /> <br />Our light was burning as a sun, <br />but then that sun imploded. <br />Our waves were powerful, <br />but now they seem the lowest. <br />Our fruit tasted the sweetest, <br />but now it is past it's best. <br />I guess this is the terminus, <br />or is it just a test?<br /><br />Jojoba Mansell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/terminus-5/
