And in the end
when rivers run dry and mountains crumble into the sea
when sweet sounds of song birds fall silent
and orchards of fruit trees there on the distant hills stand barren
when the last autumn leaf falls in forest of naked trees
and an endless winter settles in, cold and dark
I will love you
In the end
when the adrenaline rush of city sidewalks host only ghosts
when the bountiful harvest of the heartland stands ungathered
and echoes in the great canyons go unanswered
when school bells ring in empty hallways
and the old clock tower chimes the hour for no one to hear
I will love you
In the end
when a solitary swing sways in an empty playground
when rows of bicycles remain shackled to iron gates
and children’s laughter no longer fills the playground
when the last rose drops its dried blooms
and collections of poetry gather dust
I will love you
In the end
when the world stops spinning
even when the world stops spinning
and sunlight no longer provides warmth
My love for you will exist
transcending the here and now
for there is no end
photo credit:photo credit: tricky (rick harrison) via photopin cc
You are a talented poet!
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Simply tuneful to the end.
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Thank you!
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