Precursors of Darkness

the quintessential beautiful day but there is shadow etched in the patches of light there is taste of misgivings in sweet afternoon air the heart sketches its dreamscape but distant thundercloud ripe with storm encroaches but it is the image that intrudes a vision from the inner mind that sends precursors of darkness into my perfect day an unsettled mind always creates dark creatures to hunt down and haunt my best moments why cant i leave myself alone why must i hound my own footsteps with these dark tidings the vision that creeps into my heart is of the girl i left in the mountains and what joy she would find here in paradise if i had only if i could only would have...should have...didn't why must i hound myself with all the possible things she wouldn't even lower herself to talk to me and i just beat myself up with desires to rescue her she should be a forgotten bad dream she should be forgotten.... the quintessential beautiful day but all i can see is the tombstones of sorrow and the paths not taken it will change it will change with time i will leave this dark girl behind