Caught in the Middle

OctPoWriMo: Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. ~Seneca

Past’s Ever-after births Before; the door after The End

Where closing one opens another; this is life, my friend

For Ending is beginning; nothing stays the same for long

Like grief; a revelation after laughter ends its song

The hue of morning-mercy opens the Gate of New Day

The blue of twilight closes it and brushes it away

Its circuit of survival a relentless Enterprise

Of moment-metered little life-and-deaths conceiving sighs

Darling, we met as strangers; once there was a Before You

And I was unaware of all there was I never knew

But Now I know there’ll never be an after void of this;

The Lorelei of Loving and the echo of its bliss

We are always in the middle of Time’s after and before

The End and The Beginning, a wraith-like rotating door

Where we can never fully tell if we are near or far

To the end or beginning of exactly where we are

Time wields an invitation that nobody can resist

We yield to its persuasion like a lover to a kiss

Where everything is a fine intermingling Mystic More

Of Now, after the After and yet always The Before

© Janet Martin