Regret is 
a blister 
on the 
heart of
hope and 
the hands
of justice 
and one 
that will 
surely take 
decades to 
ever heal 

It isn’t when 
but how said 
wind to wing
I can blow 
but it’s you 
that must lift
I’ve been here 
you’ve been waiting 
just as leaves
know it’s time 
to go so
do birds know 
that it is 
time to fly 

I can 
be as
near or
as far
as here
all you 
have to
do is
say c’mere

As we go 
light to dark 
sun to moon 
day to dusk
I am reminded 
that flesh goes 
to dust and 
memories also must 

and as the 
last bit of 
sun sets behind 
the mountains the 
sky explodes with 
one last hurrah 
sending hints skyward 
of tomorrow’s morning 

Nothing to do 
all is done 
now to rest
watch the sun
soon the moon 
will quietly shine 
and the day
itself was fine