The End of Beauty

Under this tree,

Upon its leaves I wish we could sleep,

At the ocean door,

The waves smile,

Back to life once again.

Sunset tides in,

Night is nearing.

The night kills the day,

The day cannot stay,

It returns a stranger,

When you have gone away.

The End,

The End of Beauty,

The End,

The of Beauty,

You ask why I smile,

When the day begins,

All the mourners below,

The cycle they lament,

I watch you get dressed,

Hoping you will never end.

The birds are watching,

The day changing.

The night kills the day,

The day cannot stay,

It returns a stranger,

When you have gone away.

The End,

The End of Beauty,

The End,

The of Beauty.

Notes on The End of Beauty:

After a day of heavy and emotive nostalgia during work I wrote this one in around 5 minutes when I got home.