Regret

I remain but a stain.

blood deep- cut into the cloth

like a flickering moth heading for

 

Bickering moon beams

I had dreams, once.

But I got stuck.

Trapped in amber.

I have seen them come and go:

Through a winding path

That always leads out of the trees

Those slender sirens that barked at me

A feral snap that passes as a kiss

These days.

It presses on me like a heavy hug

That suffocates

But never placates, the hunger.

I wonder, will It ever be

As was promised me?

Too much has already withered-

Entire fields of times crop

Now dust-

Clouds that cry out to me.

But that was a poor mans harvest.

oh to have felt the rain drain into me

With glee on my face!

Knowing that I had reached the zenith

The peak, that, if only for only for a miniscule

And momentary phase

Was the loveliest of all possible

Vistas.

Avoid the light

That blurs everything.

It is optic opium

It makes your veins heavy with

Luminous lead that feels so cold

Before the great shale shivers on

To lands end

And from there, you drop