At The End Poem by Stuart Knapp

And at the end, one day I stand
In the field where I have been alone
This place, I know in my heart
The daffodils, un-beheaded, wilted, giving way

Smoke reeks
Pillowing through the dark
Fail my nostrils
Blind, I go
And tomorrow will fall short

Faint, though my weakness stands
A storm abides
my recent sanity

To you, I owe a debt
But, fall is fall and
As my season darkens
The fall is lost.

Under a piece I learned from you
Tragedy and life commingle
Devils dance at the gate
A beauty dies at my feet

For yesterday, I missed the point,
For yesterday, I cannot return
To the restlessness that lives
And lives here today.

I will not forget that touch
Once drove my soul
But left me blind
And blind, I found the rest
A rest that I can never find again.

In pardon, your soul
Lives in my dreams.
In death,
I will find you living
Where we can brush
Away the dust and leave
the field where daffodils, un-beheaded, were giving way.