Lessons Of Regret

There is longing in my eyes

That searches a cluttered past

But remembers falling fast

Every time it sought to trespass.

 

Do you see the smoke in my smiles

Or the musty perfumes I hide

Behind the seasons, I chose to ride

Without the secrets I now confide.

 

Hear me then, gentle reader,

Open the palms of my prayer:

Melancholy wafts from odd layers

Into landscapes without surveyors.

 

Find the innocent laughter,

Their purple is in these stares,

I wove their sweet into my snares,

To make smiles of fire-flares.

 

Fall into my eyes, adventurer,

I have lost more than I could bind

With the craft of a young mind,

Discovering all reasons to be kind.

 

Carry my music to newer shores,

It will fall on untouched sand,

My echoes will sear their brand

And make of innocence new land.

 

I will be the reason for new life,

Relish my poetry like fruit wine,

Draw my relics into undrawn lines,

Make of me a warning sign