In The End

Your yellow stone with the pointless edges

In the waves, in the bay, in the timeless weather

Your tourmaline weak with the dying sun

In the rocks, in the pools in the starless climbs

Desisting weight a shallow bruise

In the beige, in the sands, the sponge shoreline

Your ripples blended, your flecks worn away

In the lines, in the map in your yesterday

Your saffron swirls with the ivory flecks

In the sandpaper hands of the dark eyed man

 

Your tiger heart a teardrop melted

In the end, in the chapter in the final story