revelled in the brief flare
seeing death in birth
expecting each moment to awake
to open-eyed see the dream
that ceases not, is dark, which
stands at the head and tail, two-faced.
you laughed at my fears, with pique
that i should think of such a thing:
of love not eternal, of circles and waves
patterns. i said this did not fit.
you held me and you spoke, stroking my hair
and for brief moments i - i
heard lullaby in threnody. but
no fool i: i saw the pipers wore masks.
saw the end from beginning, pain
fleet running, final
refuge in others' arms.
-C. Scott Ananian, 20-Apr-2000