Starting At The End Poem by Mark Heathcote

I've got to find a new beginning, starting at the end
I've got to make sense of the senseless and weep.
I've got to walk in solitude and know I'm not alone
I've got to shelter under a sprig of deadly nightshade
But never close my blinds; simply always to sleep.
I've got to blow these ashes in the grate into flame
And always burn strong before I die.
Before I die. Before I die.

I've got to treasure the sunshine.
And the moonlight in your eyes
I've got to reminisce how I held your hand in a forest
And would never let you go.
I've got to one day evoke your kisses.
And wave you on, goodbye.
But tonight, I'll dine in your eyes
And avail a moment or two that'll suffice, darling, with you.

Before I die. Before I die. starting at the end
I've got to find a new beginning, starting at the end
I've got to find a new beginning before I die.
I've got to make sense of the senseless and weep.
I've got to walk in solitude and know I'm not alone in this forest.