When things end

The day and night joke around.
They pretend to leave.
They always come back, in any case.
It’s the same for fields in bloom
when Spring will be back again.
When the snow melts
it just has to wait for the new Winter,
even the swallows flee away,
but then they come back
and I can see them again.
The scent of the wet land
soon disappears,
as the sunsets on the sea
as a dawn in the mountains
as a Summer lightning,
but these are the beautiful things
that never make me sad
because I'll be able
to have them for me again.
It's when a love leaves us
when our dear ones leave
when we lose our affections
when time runs
and destroys everything,
that my heart grows sad.

When things end.

March 4, 2021