Regrets
For first heartbreaks
Out of the stillness a voice cries out.
Does it cleave the quiet from pain or bliss?
And to it I return a shout
That echoes through the dark abyss.
The trees cry out in weary vain
And the winds return their shout.
As I lie upon the ground in pain
Trapped by my own self doubt.
To scream aloud or rip my hair
Would not assuage my doubts or regrets,
And as lightning forks the skies to tear,
I find your smile hard to forget.
The stars who shone will shine no more,
The Sun and Moon shall wane,
For my demons will all rise before
I am at peace again.
(2003)
