when it fades

 
 
 
when the last light  
of the candle  
fades
 
when the sounds of
ancient kings battling  
in North Umbria  
fades
 
when the last kiss
from a beautiful  
man/woman
fades
 
when the final bit
of laughter from
a morning sky
fades
 
when the youth of all
the whores on the
dirty streets of
Bangkok  
fades  
 
when the falcon of
poetry flying off
into a distant  
sunset
fades
 
when the wounds of
love turned into
the howls of a
wild wolf
fades
 
I will have found
peace at
last