TO THE END

"When the world was mine" Oh yes the world was ours, we wandered through its meadows of children's voices making their music with our thoughts, the sun warming our faces with the love of our parents and family, the breeze in the trees wafting beautiful perfumes into our brains, the feel of the long grasses brushing our legs and the big blue sky our audience, watching and wonderfully peaceful, omnipotent like God. Or we played at being Tarzan and climbed the trees high up to the very top where the branches were thinner and we swayed with our weight like a pendulum, the sky still that silent blue watching grace, the other children shouting commands and laughing, or crying, swinging about crossing difficult cross-overs from branch to branch, oblivious of time, or which day it was, or why we were there, or what would happen afterwards, or whether we thought this was even like paradise, it just was wasn't it, just the paradise of innocence. Ah sigh as we all sense ourselves as ten year olds, eager to learn of new things, show off our cleverness at cutting a sword and bowing a bow from twigs, using our bodies energetically keeping fit without even knowing it, yes we know, we feel and we sigh with you my Longobardolino, and knowing we sense your sensations of tristess. Your ever loving Annuccia. The only bit I find........! Is "Creation’s elusive mystery" But that suddenly changed before my eyes!!!!!!!!!

Pulls the reader in from first to last lines! Forceful, and chocked full of the niceties that make Poetry real! Great job!

To the end are all the beginnings and the beginnings of all the ends. We are the ouroborus of time, diffused sentiments. You know I am your fan, and I love you, yes? ~A