Amaranthine
Sighing softly, under the twilght canvas of broken dreams..
Here I stand alone with this weight upon my heart..
And it will not go away.
Ive been here before..Aching within..
In my head I keep on looking back, right back to the start,
Heart strings frayed and unkept..cautious with each next step.
Well I tried, learning I had to draw the line.
And still this question keeps on spinning in my mind..
Burning within my inquisitive orbs, illuminating the inner
core of this imprecated soul, only to cause strife, struggle within.
Wanting so immensely to hark back..retract
If I'd stayed, if I tried...
...Relinquished...
I guess we'll never know.
Myriad of paths to take on. Well-nigh to joy, and alas, venture to heartache.
Anyone can be bereaved of thy way.
And if I said that we could rescinder..
..that which was of yore..
Would you accept inevitability and succumb to the change?
I envision how it would have been ever and anon..
Praying that I'd never left your side.
What if I had never let you go..the ceaseless lace of my heart strings
protect with a sempiturnal bind..piety ruleth with intense ardor..this amaranth of love.
© Lynne Thrasher
2002