In my beginning is my end. <br />My shadow <br />Falls between fantasy <br />And reality. <br />As love dies, <br />Not with eruption <br />But a whimper. <br />That cries from me <br />On a grey afternoon. <br />In this winter of emotion <br />I am numb. <br />Like a madman <br />Beating a drum. <br />Senseless. <br />Defenceless. <br />As women <br />Just go and come. <br />Like <br />Inner pandemonium <br />Played sweetly on harmonium. <br />With the fragments <br />I have saved from my ruins. <br />I will build another castle in the air. <br />And romance <br />With all its doings <br />Can fly its flag <br />In comfort there. <br />As I play her hair <br />Like whispered music. <br />That silken harp <br />Dares to sing. <br />As bells pealing <br />Are only heard <br />In lonely lanes. <br />Where knights <br />In shining armour <br />Tragically <br />Lost their reins. <br />In my end is my beginning. <br />My hopes <br />Fall between fantasy <br />And the garden wall. <br />As I cannot bear <br />Reality too much. <br />So I choose to fly <br />In a dragon's fire. <br />Or lie <br />With notes <br />From an angel's lyre. <br />Both antidotes <br />For love's black choir. <br />That sings in the heart of a fool. <br />No more golden rule. <br />Just the silver wings of escape. <br />And remaining tickertape. <br />Left after the grandest show. <br />To litter the memory <br />Of long ago.<br /><br />Kevin East<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beginning-and-end-5/
