Regret

Oh, what a dream to run away.

To pick up the pieces of a broken past

And scatter them to the wind.

Set the destination to Nowhere,

Where coyotes and bobcats roam

Where crystalline caves

Remain hidden in the sandstorm

Of sacrifice and togetherness.

A deserted landscape,

That so similarly resembles my ribcage.

As dry as the Sahara

And as hot as the Mohave,

Yet I stand before you

As a frostbitten shell.

Where fire meets ice,

And where ice meets fire

Is the location of my suffering

And the downfall of my muse.

A whisper for a sign of relief

In a sea of pain and regret,

And all I see is a reckoning

In my wake.

Do I sleep with the sinners

Or die with the saints?

My serpent-tongue has no right

To beg for forgiveness from you,

Yet I open my treacherous mouth

To speak to you,

Yet it only exacerbates the heartache.

I yearn to live

In the warmth of your soul,

To bask in the reflection of your eyes.

Now the magnolias are in a state of foreboding,

But are rejoicing for a lifetime

Of dancing around the kitchen

And intwinement in front of the fireplace.

The fireflies greet me once again

And remind me that You Are Home.