BURN (Wattys2015?)

this isn't the end, it's an entirely new beginning (500)

death is not the end of all things

but the start of all beginnings

it's lovely and unknown and one of the

worst and greatest things that could ever

strike a person

that's what death is,

striking

it will strike you

and it will take everything you've ever wanted from you

or it will give you

exactly what you wanted

but ah, my dear

it's only the death of a fire

that i'm interested in beginning

the death of a poet

isn't scheduled just yet

don't cry my dear

don't cry for me

you can cry for my words

but darling, my words were never meant to last

they were meant to be cast into the flames

and be burnt up to ashes

every fire has a trail of smoke

that tells another story of a different kind

the fire was raging and magnificent

but smoke is gorgeous in it's own way

you can inhale it and let it creep out your eyes

it'll open a new set of visions

that tell of a different future

after the smoke clears

all that's left is ashes

dirty and grimy and cold

and in the ashes,

maybe you can sort through and salvage some rubble

and maybe in the rubble you'll find enough pieces of me

to put me back together

it's just not the right time for that

i have yet to extinguish the fire

but i'll extinguish it with an ocean

of tears and love and rage

and you'll have to watch the smoke

and wait until it dissipates before either of us

could breathe again

i love you, you know that?

i have always loved you

and i will remember you

when i start my final adventure

you'll be the first thing on my mind

and you'll be the last thing on my mind

hopefully you won't forget me too much, either

this is an entirely new beginning

to a very common ending

and i think we're both excited

to see the effect our goodbyes

have on this cursed world

i only have one request

will you take my hand,

and cross this burning bridge with me?

i think i hear the rain coming

and i think it'll leave a wonderful smell on the pavement

and i think i hear the trees groaning

old and ancient and alluring to the birds

i can even hear the ocean

and it's coming for us, my dear

the world is ending

the earth is shaking and the clouds are thundering and spinning

the lightening is searching for us, my dear

the world is crumbling to it's ashen knees

and we're ending, too

except we'll go down with a shout of joy

and we'll be flying when the arrows pierce our minds

the universe is imploding and the stars are dying

but my dear, if you come with me

i can promise you that neither of us

will ever be more alive