All the
Beginnings
of
Everything
I want to be the light at the very beginning,
when shadows steal away,
but still
remain in waiting.
I want to be the
dawn
of
man,
beneath the sun,
and
in the sand.
I want to be the
first taste of
blood,
first fire,
first ice-age,
and the
first
flood.
I want to be
Mother
of lunar eclipse,
of black holes
and comets.
End
of words
freed
from your lips.
Last kiss.
Final breath.
I want to be the dark at the very beginning,
when lights fade away,
but still
remain in waiting.
I want to be
All the
beginnings
of
everything.
Published on
November 15, 2019 12:21
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Tags:
poem, poetry