Every Good Thing Comes To An End Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

As for every thing in life,
all good things comes to an end
and even the most exquisite flower withers,
ice do become water again
and to each and everything there is an end:
a day to be born and a day to die.

Even the most beautiful sunny days
become the darkest nights,
there is a cycle to each and every thing
and the most beautiful spring
]becomes a scorching summer,
draws into autumn that leaves the trees bare,
as do words that crushes the soul
become the winter of a lifetime
wherefrom no seed will grow
after the frost of life has taken its toll
as every thing has a shelf-life,
an expiry date
and even a name and your song in my mind.

When life dries up like water wells in the desert
no nourishment is to be found,
it distances you from grasping arms
and leaves the soul bare,
it opens up your heart
with salted wounds
that burn into the flesh of reality
until only death is left
as love can also die at a time.