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