In the end there is a beginning

With me there is a starting
The middle is vague, ending blank
A sad departing.

To feel that prickle at feet
A sickle that cuts the wheat
Mind, and soul tickling to the beat

Conundrums in my sleep
I awake to hear the weep
influencing curling in your seat

Drop down on one knee
Look as far as I can see
The facial expression of glee.

In the end simple beginnings meet
Grinning from cheek to cheek

Let me wake to the sun burning my ending
Bringing forth my beginning
Sending out pillars of completion