The Last Chapter

thOF0MZLDMThe Last Chapter…


Life is a mystery novel, chapter after

Chapter, words painting every scene;

Leaving the mind filled with anticipation.


Each day viewed with the trusting mind

Of a child, innocence shades the memory,

Memories hide in the mind

Can time change one’s past…No, and the

Future is unknown. Life is a sailing ship

Upon the waves of what is soon to be



Where dreams may be lost upon turbulent

Seas, disparagement rains unkindly upon the

Unaware. The guilty accepts no fault or

Responsibilities for a life that they may have

Brought fear and tears.


They do not have remorse, nor do they care.

Chapter after chapter, existence torn and

Ripped apart; the guilty never feel shame, nor

Show that they have a heart.

When one reaches the last chapter and the

End draws near, one’s mind returns to a

Childlike place, a place without tears and

Peace replaces the old fears.


No need to grieve that no one cared, no need

To be sad or try to bring back the good times in

Your yesterdays; the grieving will soon end and

One will no longer yearn for the love never there.


Now one’s heart beats alone and yet sometimes

Briefly filled with grief for those hearts that were

Long ago stilled.


Did sacrifice of the one-heart change how the

Guilty chose to live when the space they occupied

Is empty and the one-heart moved on; do the spirits

Of the guilty wander forever questioning where they

Went wrong.


With the last page read and the book closed

Shut, the one-heart watch page-by- page, chapter-

By-chapter many lives unfold; and the one-heart is

Left to wonder if re-written would a new story be









Who Will Weep


Where does a love that has died go; does it slip away slowly like summers fading rose, did it die peacefully just go to sleep; did anyone weep?

Was it created in Heaven, sweet and fair, like the blue sea, sandy beaches and salty air?

When the once quivering bodies are stilled and no longer able to keep each other warm; was the parting sad, were sorrowful screams heard over the darkening skies and midnight storm.

In the dead of night do the souls fly away, do the Heavens cry when love dies?

When hope leaves do lovers mourn, smiles vanish, and do lovers weep endless days.

The journey in love, a sparkling path touched by the sun’s rays, they loved deeply together, and love was home.

When love fades away fear and doubts make a lonely bed; are the rains tears for a lost love that the Heavens have shed?


Tomorrow’s Fears…


God did not mean for us to be alone, the

days seem longer than grains of sand by

the sea; nights longer than stars in the

Heavens when the opposite side of the bed

is cold next me.

Tears flow, laughter’s slow; no one there to

challenge the spirit to live with a certain blazing

flare; the joys are now beyond reach, floating

far beyond the nearby reefs.

The truth burns brighter, the earth is no longer

at its best, friends are few; relief comes when the

sun is absorbed by the deep waters to the west.

When one’s eyes are closed and reach for that

invisible hand, speaking softly where only one

can hear; finally fading eyes close, it is only

tomorrow that one fears.