Beginning and End

In the rose garden
I wait for the beloved
until the stars dawn in tear-dew.

Roses wilt
in the noon sun,
outside the gates
--as you carouse.

The desert parches my throat,
but the cool moon
washes away the night.

Rose gardens fade
into verdant oases
of crystalline water
and succulent fruit.

In turning away,
we come face to face
with one another

unbeknown to us yet,
is the path’s beginning and end,
hidden in the midst of our embrace.

van de Vis, Beatrice: "Beginning and End" published in Silence On A BrokenTrain by Publishing, 2009
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