The End Poem by jack green

Where golden light on feathered beam.
Colors bright the vanquished shadows.
Warming those places long sequestered.
Promised return life renewed abundant.

With dark subdued and heaven abound.
So many are the budding blossoms.
While soft clouds roll by without reply.
On breathe meanders the whisper.

Forget not those promises made.
Lest suffer mistakes in vanquished
And tread light the fragrant path.
With pause to smell the roses.

When memories fade from the mind.
Like the dreams lost to the dark.
Through the mist of a life time
The end to all exposes.