Start at the beginning, And end at the end. I've kept a little chapel for you Stuffed with the memories of bright summer days Dried flowers, dove calls, and dust At the darkeneing of every evening I would put sand in paper bags And candles in the sand And place them along the path And light them one by one So someday you would find your way back to me Some nights there were many Blazing a trail of fire in the darkness Some nights there were few Shining pinprick beacons of light But the number gradually diminished Until one night there were none. I light a tiny fire of unsent letters and watch it burn, Then turn my back on the ashes And the summer days And the fresh-cut flowers And the mournful cries of the doves I lock the chapel behind me Lay your memory to rest In the columbarium I built for you And with my head wrapped in chiming silence I fade into the new-minted dawn. Start at the beginning, End when you're done.
Author:
Elynne