Regrets

I return each year to make my peace I wade through quilts of grass and stone Beside the mounds, of cold damp earth And pray it's true.......that angels hear Will gather 'round to listen, now I need to know that somewhere there is someone close, to feel my breath To hear the words I've left unsaid or accolades I should have shared But words, too late, I've kept unspoken inaudible, are broken tears and with regret, I will come to spread transparent words around I should have sung them long ago Toss them like leaves, so you would know to catch them like the leaves of fall... And gently you would gather them to keep them for your heart to own Through the years I've held regret From things suppressed that froze my tongue And with regret, words linger yet, Still hovering to weigh me down --------------------------- For Catie's Contest: "No More Masks" Inspired by a poem by Angelina W. Grimke The Eyes of My Regret Always at dusk, the same tearless experience, The same dragging of feet up the same well-worn path To the same well-worn rock; The same crimson or gold dropping away of the sun The same tints, - rose, saffron, violet, lavender, grey Meeting, mingling, mixing mistily; Before me the same blue black cedar rising jaggedly to a point; Over it, the same slow unlidding of twin stars, Two eyes, unfathomable, soul-searing, Watching, watching, watching me; The same two eyes that draw me forth, against my will dusk after dusk; The same two eyes that keep me sitting late into the night, chin on knees Keep me there lonely, rigid, tearless, numbly miserable - The eyes of my Regret.