Endings

There's a time and place

deep friend

for total pondering

shorelines to revere

current tides flee on.

Night lingers

on beyond this pulse of life

there's a time and place

that comes my friend.

Sand-lines feign they're longer now

in shorter spans between,

I know! I tread the sunset shifts

to shun these lengths and dream.

Young life afresh on foreshores

recreate much older games

smug beneath Pohutukawa limbs

where smoky bonfires glowed.

There's a time and place

for everything that ends.