Just an ending To what is my travail In all life's complications. You are the world that stems on infinite time, Away from any shortest moment In deepest passion. I feed the eternity something blue, Something new That does not wallow in the shades of grey. Filter my dismay That I might receive the 'forever kiss' Upon my tongue, That I might taste the wash of joy Upon my listless face. Just a kiss to represent the uncertain future, So that I do not meet the certain death.