AN AIR OF ENDING

Although the doors are opening

It's not clear what lies there.

Though a new day is beginning

There is Ending in the air.

Though clocks have started ticking,

Their hands are winding down.

What the devil ended

Was started by a clown.

And they say the ghosts are rising

And they smile with happy eyes,

But deep within then ending

A baby softly cries.

Though childhood has been built

And the foundations have been laid,

To appreciate the sunshine:

Appreciate the shade.

And although the veil is lifting

Another's being drawn.

What's dying must be compensated

With what's being born.

And while the pasy is hazy,

The future lies in cloud.

And the realisation dawns

That what was missed cannot be found.

Though the present was constructed

In detail and at length,

The souls that speak of soaring

Trudge helpless, sapped of strength.

Knots won't hold forever

and though they've been retied,

The battered boat floats grieving

Drifting, aimless, with the tide.

Their smiles are not contagious

It's uncertainty they share.

Though a new world is beginning,

There is Ending in the air.

By Kiah Wood