Love Turning Off. Poem by RIC BASTASA

this is the trip of
touch and go

nothing to repent
nothing to repeat

once here i give love
and then it is over

there is no coming back
the hours are consumed

in this trip it will always
be a moving on and on and on

everything behind me fades
everything loses themselves

once fog, once mist, once
a shadow, and then all the lights

and then this darkness, this sleeping
sorrow's hibernation, love turning off.