Beginning's End

It is furthest from my mind, The looming shadow of a shadowy ending That makes my blood run cold; I watch the sun as it fades Towards eternity, never to be seen Again; never to be heard, To be felt, nor remembered. Hindsight projects a tolerable clime, When the waters flowed violently Into a tumultuous abyss of dark life; The winds coming from every direction Push the waters along; directing their fates As though infantile and easily detoured; Into the raging orange horizon, the waves Present just below the surface of reflected light And fiery hues, are vaporized into the heavens And are consumed by night. And where was I amidst this chaotic Orchestration of infinity? Was I swept along By the wind controlled current, or moved by forces, Unrealized at the time, in partnership with the moon? The sound of events around me was amplified To deafening volumes where existence was confused With permanence. Finally left blinded and breathless Caught between sundown and nightfall. It remains furthest from my thoughts, But troubles my waking hours just before dawn. When sleep has lost its hold and the wind begins To blow again. The forces of invisibility begin to pull At the new day’s embellishment of yesterday’s Struggle and tomorrow’s unknowing. And so it is written: “Fear dwells in the unknowing, but what cannot be seen has always been observed.”