It's past...

Beautiful opportunity
Lost in standard retort
Unknown potential unrealised

The dance of standard greeting
Hides true intention
The sorry loss of familiar concepts affecting the reality of the situation

Damn shame how we just bumble on without worrying there and then

Without knowing it's now not then, 
But it will be then and not now,
And we will be there and not here,
Demanding compensation from our ego that set us up for the fall,
And made no attempt to save us from ourselves,
and the beautiful dream walks away,
into yesterday,
With now way of knowing if it could of been,
Or if it would of been like it felt it could of been then,
It's gone on without you, 
Without hope of recapture,
It's over,
And the night draws you away... And on...

Comments

  1. Thanks. It's a painful moment. One that happens sometimes.

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  2. All this time and I didn't know you wrote this marvelous poetry or had this site! Here I thought you were a band man - should have known!
    Your poetry is amazing!
    DiAnne

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  3. Oh I can't take that credit. It just falls out of me from time to time
    But thanks. I am a solo artist. I play folky bluesy acoustic stuff mainly
    These days. ;-)

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