Your End

The curve of the moon,
Represents your face,
The glint of the water,
Describes your eyes,
The chatter of the bellbirds,
Sounds as does your voice,
And the reflection of my face,
Depicts your end.

The wilting of the branches,
Shows me your hair,
The touch of the sun,
Brings back your smile,
The breeze on my face,
Reminds me of your touch,
And the endlessness of the cliff,
Finds your end.

The ripples in the water,
Means the leaving of your soul,
The fading of the light,
Is the closing of your eyes,
The bubbles leaving me,
Are the last breathes of your body,
And your end,
Is mine.