Regrets

No I won’t be rich but I could be fulfilled
I shall have the grasp of a swirl of smoke, of a fleeting dream.
A glance in a mirror, my most constant in life

Of goodbyes and farewells, of passings and mishaps
Of missed times and missed ones
Of questions and pains
Of regrets and heartaches

Of perchances of fate
But hopes of a reason
Of doubts of a truth
But hopes of a chance

Of lost dreams and lost futures

Of the sound of a voice
But the lack of a noise

Things lost before they began
Of the images that circle a mind
But the tarnished one who lay before you
Of damaged goods and scattered dreams
Of imperfections and doubts
Yet simplicity

Of touches of life
Of natures of souls
Of words unspoken
And reveries unknown

Of reserves of nightmares
Tomorrows to be feared
I cannot see the stars from here

Of privilege and majestics
Perhaps I was just forgotten

“Surely you know what I mean”

I doubt I am alone here.
This song sounds so familiar
I am not surprised nor am I shocked

So let us turn away
From pasts and from longing
Melancholy has only reason in verse
Candles do not waver for a lie

Turn away from me
From pain and from struggle
The moon has eclipsed tonight

Of times long gone and times yet to come

A single bud in a vase
Of ease and of beauty
Of a love and a passing
No I shan’t ever be rich

But shall I be of use?
Then turn away

Turn away again
From the burden before you
Of the burden of love
Time will tell; time will tell its story
Shall I tell it to you?
Of disturbances and riots

The gallows may call

My countenance certainly of armor
Triumphant in strength
Of downfalls of truth
Of force and of just

Shall forgiveness be my virtue?
Shall absolution be my end?
Of the forlorn and the forboden

Of whims and of fancies
Of summer evenings and wintry days
Of future yet to be had

But moons eclipse and stars will die
Perhaps it was not worth it

Of a flicker of a dream

But the squander of a sigh.