Beginning And End. Poem by Kevin East

In my beginning is my end.
My shadow
Falls between fantasy
And reality.
As love dies,
Not with eruption
But a whimper.
That cries from me
On a grey afternoon.
In this winter of emotion
I am numb.
Like a madman
Beating a drum.
Senseless.
Defenceless.
As women
Just go and come.
Like
Inner pandemonium
Played sweetly on harmonium.
With the fragments
I have saved from my ruins.
I will build another castle in the air.
And romance
With all its doings
Can fly its flag
In comfort there.
As I play her hair
Like whispered music.
That silken harp
Dares to sing.
As bells pealing
Are only heard
In lonely lanes.
Where knights
In shining armour
Tragically
Lost their reins.
In my end is my beginning.
My hopes
Fall between fantasy
And the garden wall.
As I cannot bear
Reality too much.
So I choose to fly
In a dragon's fire.
Or lie
With notes
From an angel's lyre.
Both antidotes
For love's black choir.
That sings in the heart of a fool.
No more golden rule.
Just the silver wings of escape.
And remaining tickertape.
Left after the grandest show.
To litter the memory
Of long ago.