Of all things
happiness, above
everything else imagined
all things promised
Climbing, far ahead
Higher, than the most perfect sunset
Clamouring beyond
even best Saturday night promises
Taking us, down
life’s most worn path
time knows so well, but
finds no end in sight
There, and only there
truth curls up next to
tall sleeping lies
awaiting the next Saturday sunset
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Poetic Alchemist 
Thanks Aurora, Kai, and Andrew. Sometimes I think the endings of my poems are better than the other parts…hummm, maybe some work to be done…then again, maybe not.
Like the others have said, the ending is wonderful!!
🙂
How idyllic!
Thanks Floots, Dan, and Gautami. Sorry I have been scarce…just really busy with work.
Truth curls up…
Awesome!
Yep. Had a nice one here. Lies and truth included….
love that last stanza in particular
thank you