Regrets

That perfumed poem on your perfect sweet lips

Those hard-to-forget tremors, incompete abyss

 

Did stars burst out at once in a song-less agony

And spew dazzling diamonds onto a cold sanity

When each image built is lost as aeons in fossils

Burnishing museums for abandoned apostles

Was time cursed into a never ending space

Did he seek dark-hidden voids and go without a trace?

Whose music raised goosebumps on our skin

Whose voice interred darkness, lit oil lamps within

Love died a hundred deaths and yet in words, immortal 

Exhuming regrets, did we cross the unholy portal?

Or from memories of another, fashioned each other

A new earth and a whole blue sky of being together?

Who said time lives in museums and in regrets too 

Your name unsung sweeps the air as white egrets do