It all comes to an end
When she. . .

She waits
For time to erode
Into
A waterfall road
That she will then patiently
Walk across gracefully.
I find myself relieved
That she’s still waiting.

The rain
Is dotting her skin
Like air
Trapped in resin
Like beads without want to flee
Clinging so desperately.
I find my want to stay
Grow into need.

The sun
Swallows the sea.
The wind
Gives into the trees.
Her hands holding angels
Growing endangered.
She smiles to the trickster
On a stage built of whispers.
It all comes to an end
When she. . .

It all comes to an end
When she. . .

The world
Opens its mouth.
The stage
Roars on the ground.
She knows only the dancing
And wonderful chanting.
The stage is alive.
Her eyes filled with sights.
The angels grow silent.
The water grows violent.
The rain turns to sand.
It all comes to an end
When she
Applauds.

When that has faded
Will anyone remember
The promise she faltered
Or the beauty she squandered.
For the only thing left are
Echoes of her lonely
Applause.

The music and dance
That littered the wind
Are now gone.
The treasures in hand
That she held for the land
Are now gone.
For the only thing left are
Echoes of her lonely
Applause.