Member Rara Avis
Now and Then
Some other day, some other when,
I held you once, but once was then.
While now, all I really have left
Is wasted, clung to vows unkept.
Though tears unwept may never dry,
Nor wipe vision from blinded eye,
Echoes still sing of price deserved—
Waft through the forest, unobserved.
…And there, the image starts to blur.
A canvas spill, along this stir
Of emotion long since forbade—
A testament to love unmade.
A wish unfound, a song unsung,
If by subtle slip of the tongue.
A breeze on field once ripe, now shorn—
And all that died in me, unborn.
It’s dream such toll’s exacted from,
Rippling unto our kingdom come.
One soul, now prisoner to a pen,
That only writes what might have been.