On the Eve Of the End

[Silver WInd]

I first wrote this as part of a challenge, and though a part of me likes how it came out, I am not sure I am completly satisfied with leaving it as is. Any suggestions on revision or things that should be changed, added, and so forth, would be appercaited.

 

On the eve of the end

I remember sitting upon the rooftops

watching the stars pass overhead

then I should have known, it was

the last night we sould spend together

as one.

 

On the eve of the end

I recall we were drinking whiskey

and gin, but even then, we both could

feel that something was long gone

that would never be found again.

 

On the eve of the end

the wind was cool

and the music was hot

but we were withdrawn

from the world

and from us.

 

On the eve of the end

I will never forget

how we tried to ignore

what was already done

even if we were afraid to admit it

there was nothing left

 

Nothing but that night

when we no longer had the strength

to try and hold on

for another minitue

when we could not continue

to deny it.

 

Lies

truth

betrayal

 

Things that just drift on by

now seeming to be without any

real meaning.

 

It was the eve of the end

of us, if ever we were to begin

with.