I've made it to the end of the world
to sing songs that I never have heard
to witness a miracle occurred
that I've made it to the end of the world.

In eight former lives I never dared to stare
in its wondrous splendor
resplendent with the moonlight
where God dips his toes into Superior water
leaving the nail shiny and white against the overhead dome
mingling sky and sea
beholding a mystery
in the eyes of a growed up little girl
standing at the end of the world.

The world finally fallen from her shoulders
she sits down upon the boulders
and cries for her lost pebbles
weeps for wonder
sighs for sympathy
and thinks of them
They will be left behind
far from the end of the world.

She took the words told to her
and ate them in big bites
They are too much to chew, taste of sulphur and gall,
and she chokes on them.
They must be swallowed down.
There is nothing else to eat.

She drops these words and they scatter like ash
in the wind
at the end of the world.
At the end of the world
she no longer needs to eat.
she only needs to fly.

Copyright 2004 Anna Resele