Jolted by Twilight
Like dreams ~ as conscience echoes through the dark,
and life's mirage laps upon my shores
where dunes of sand are blown like drifts of snow.
I'm lost ~ alone ~ not knowing where to go,
except between where beach roses grow and...
where love is/was still unforgettable ~ regrettable?
too perfect to ever last?
Like clouds that swept by the August moon and
off 'til morning ...
Was it a mistake to leave you there - to run,
when morning twilight exposed our skin - our sin - our honor?
Now, life leaves us dwelling in one night and a summer
that should never have been, and a tomorrow that
never was......but remains
in my twilight of yesterdays, but not in my twilight
of regrets.........except to never
have seen you again...
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