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.