Poem -
The Final Moments
The final Moments
by Jude Kyrie
Your final light from a waning moon
Spills like milk into the room
The stars seem to strain this night
Hardly lighting the sky
I think of snowflakes falling
Light as feathered down
As soft as your breathing
Now slowly rising and falling
How like the flowers we are
Waxing and waning
Season by season
From baby green
to full blooming flowers
Then decay and returning to the soil
The breathing halts you have gone
Across the moon a shadow of dark cloud
A few spots of rain mist the window
And fall down my face.
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