Friday, April 15, 2011

Villanelle: "The Last Page"

The last page is the first I read
I could not bear it if you died
From dreams unending I have fled.

Though some say it spoils what's ahead
I must know now what will abide
The last page is the first I read.

I trusted for my daily bread
But now I fear the prophets lied
From dreams unending I have fled.

Your letter rests beneath my head
Under the pillow's cooler side,
The last page was the first I read.

And might this one day be your bed?
Or did your postscript my hopes chide?
From dreams unending I have fled.

The groom is faceless, masked, or dead,
You end the story as a bride.
The last page is the first I read,
From dreams unending I have fled.


Simon BJ

1 comment:

VenusDeMileage said...

This is a beautiful gem. Glorious. King Villanelle of the Wordworld. :-) Much love x J