Ends Poetically

Nothing ever ends poetically,

or a masterpiece.

No, it just ends, simple, maybe sad,

tragic, but earthly normal.

Nothing ever ends poetically,

but we can turn it into poetry.

We end up giving dead things life,

we breath words and colors into dead souls,

and call them our true meaning.

Our masterpieces are dead stars,

burned out, but still giving off light.

Nothing ever ends poetically,

but we create poems from dead things,

until we are poetry in someone else's life.