The Death Of Water

A Poem

Image by Nika Akin from Pixabay

Light loses me
as I drift backward
Stars grow cold
on my skin

I cup my name
one last time
hold it to my face
but it rivers away

The end looks at me
A breeze
pauses
to let me out

The death of water
comes in the turn
of beautiful waves

harms no one
when taken alone