End of Time

I am facing the end of time

            And I don’t know what to do.

A decision must be made

            Is being forced upon me

But it is overwhelming; chose wrong

And the world will stop spinning,

Wait – and the world shakes and shudders

            Purges and heaves;

A tsunami in the South Pacific,

            An earthquake in Pakistan.

Why do I hesitate?

            It will only cost me losing faith with you.

I must leave and go;

Be where the butterfly will brush against time.

That spot of fate where the simple

            Determines the destiny of the universe.

Ariel

October 6, 2005

a ghazal, a rondeau



Fall Road, editing by CC Willow