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IF ONLY ARE THE WORDS OF REGRET

IF ONLY, TIME COULD BE TURNED BACK,

If only, we met another time, another place,
If only, we were what we are now, then,
If only are the words of REGRET.
Dreams conceived in youth,
Blazing passion, Idealism,Understanding, Perception,
Tunnel with a glimmer of light,
Seeing only in part,
Following our naive hearts,
Age is the season of winter,
Summer has passed.

Do we change time?
Make the most of today,
Learning, enjoying now,
Do we live with decisions?
Made in bliss God's kisses fell on youth,
Do we make the path anew?


Receded,faded dreams,
Passion, Idealism an ember,
Understanding dormant hidden,
Deep in soil, a bulb of ages ' heart,
Perception the winter rains.
Winter is cold, long, wearying,
Winds blasts blows wind of life changes,
Snow covers, deadens life's passion,
Conceived dreams in youth,

Oblique, Once in Summers youth,
Shone, crystal, crisp,
Fireworks in the starry night,
Lighting the dark, Life.

Where were you when I was aflame in Passion?
Where were you when i Dreamed of a Passion?
A tidal wave, shaking my soul,
Earthquake ripping my mediocrity apart,
Tornado making the normal null in void,
Another time, another person,
A lifetime ago,
If Only are the words of regret.

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Comment by: - 2006-02-27 03:01
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"Age is the season of winter" wonderful line. This poem reads as if it is reaching for passion, but unable to grasp as winter's cold stifles its cry. There is a smoldering quality to this write I find entrancing. Very enjoyable poem, I look forward to reading more of your work.
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