Quiet Ending

The melodic, nighttime chimes of my
heart announce the arrival of the quiet.
The quiet has its own sound – a whisper
of silence, like the final, dying ripple
of what once was a mighty ocean comber,
sucked into the cream colors of a sandy beach.
Who was this wave? How far
did its white tips travel? How raucous
its fathoms of saltwater? How buoyant
the palms of its deep blue hands?
In the quiet, I feel the rhythmic bells
of my heart’s steady thumps as it too,
journeys through life, more serene than
bellows of an ocean wave, but nonetheless,
kindred in coming to the same quiet end.