An Ending

A Poem

By: N. Mozart Diaz

I’ve never mourned for endings

I’ve never mourned the end of eras

And here we are at an end

A satisfaction of goodbyes


The first death and the half lights

A chapter in near finality

Pale, and barely over


Friends and Family

In strength and hope

By virtue of summers first winds


A frenzy in writing

Here, there, and everywhere

Near ends, and half deaths


Summer’s wavering strength

Last trips and first times

Nueva Ecija and Baguio bound


Summer’s last hurrah

A dance of emotions

Of wildfire and of pain

July 31

Paper over the mountains

Like snow’s first fall

Gentle breeze and summer’s dying day

Blue moon, cold night, stars on the abyss

I was absolutely free

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