My heart bleeds, my eyes cry a brilliant purple
It drips downward, falling like wisteria from a tree
Along my branches runs the blood of days long past
Memories flood the mind and heart, and it’s all I see.
How I long to go back, redo things that happened so quickly
Regrets are nothing new or rare for most in life
But at this point, in my mere existence, in the midst of me,
they form something unique: an overwhelming strife.
Longings flood for things not known and love never found
A touch, a word, a whisper to which nothing compares
Such things are lost, floating amidst encroaching darkness
As life’s final days draw near, evaporating in mid-air .
It’s a deafening sorrow to not know if all’s been spent
Upon the winding path of love in a life that’s been sown
Was it all achieved and encompassed upon the cusp of life
Or was there so much more depth than what is known?
It’s unique sorrow as doubt lingers like falling wisteria
A deeper sadness ensues as time trails by with regrets
Unbidden thoughts creep in to flood your entire being
With a brilliant purple that floats about you in great finesse.
There’s no way to always know those things you should know
Life doesn’t grant a reprieve to make amends very often
Instead, it’s like purple wisteria, hanging upon your soul
A deep seated and undeniable remorse that fails to soften.
The purple flower drapes, hangs, and resonates within
Trailing downward on life’s winding staircase toward the finish
Seeking refuge in your spirit’s deeply seated center it creeps
Through the dimensions of time, feeling sad and diminished.
You attempt to halt its finish, but alas cannot do so
And though you steer, seeking to displace it in your dreams
Time's incognito has a unique surprise for one and all
Carrying us until the soul for more does silently scream.
Thus for all, we seek to hide from the encroaching wisteria
That winds steadily through the lines of our lives to invade
Like a never ending vine, twisting throughout the years,
Pulling us to a new place amid our echoed cries of dismay.
About the Creator
Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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