as the world ends, to enter the last note of its music
Some words for you and me, not because they are particularly appropriate but just because they make music for this image.
Not to have………
Not to have but to be.
The black heart of the poppy,
O to lie there as a seed.
To become the beloved.
As the world ends, to enter
the last note of its music.
I bit on a seed and it spoke on my tongue
of day that shone already among stars
in the water-mirror of low ground,
Denise Levertov (1923 – 1997) from The Goddess