tales unwritten
this is how the world ends (with you)
slowly the sun falls;
the last sunset that graces the horizon
there will be no moon tonight
and the stars will blink out slowly, silently.
the radio hums soft songs children will sing to no more.
your arms will be cold in a few hours and
my limp fingers will grasp yours.
this is how the world begins (without you)
a flood of sunshine;
golden light falls like rain
an ethereal sight only for my eyes
like a holy being creating a miracle.
where it shines:
a flower, a tree,
a bird, a beginning
alone
alexanderia is burning
when it ends, it ends
with ink.
knowledge is power
these ruined scraps
weakness;
buried among ashes and bodies
words of discoveries
and understanding
fade away and become nothing
but dust.