Jolted by Twilight

Like dreams ~ as conscience echoes through the dark,
and life's mirage laps upon my shores
where dunes of sand are blown like drifts of snow.
I'm lost ~ alone ~ not knowing where to go,
except between where beach roses grow and...
where love is/was still unforgettable ~ regrettable? 
       too perfect to ever last?
Like clouds that swept by the August moon and
          off 'til morning ...
Was it a mistake to leave you there - to run,
when morning twilight exposed our skin - our sin - our honor?

Now, life leaves us dwelling in one night and a summer
that should never have been, and a tomorrow that
               never was......but remains 
    in my twilight of yesterdays, but not in my twilight
            of regrets.........except to never
                have seen you again...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Carmack Avatar
May 9, 2026 at 6:08 AM
This captures perfectly all those 'what ifs' from our past.
Thomas Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 10:31 PM
A moment to remember forever ...but never to be repeated. A never ending sadness. Hello Craig :)
Ober Avatar
January 10, 2025 at 8:40 AM
Wow, that title... And, us usual, your imagery is striking and pulls you right in.
Cornish Avatar
January 10, 2025 at 2:11 PM
Thanks Heather - happy new year - keep writing!
Tor Avatar
November 7, 2024 at 2:54 PM
Craig "except to never have seen you again." sums up everything and leaves you, the reader with a sad and depressive out come. Loved your creative and clever metaphors through out this free verse creation of yours. Much thought went into this by your chosen words that tell a tale.Thank you for your effort in writing and thank you for sharing...
Tor Avatar
November 8, 2024 at 11:56 PM
Great thought in that quote Craig. Thank you for sharing...
Cornish Avatar
November 8, 2024 at 7:06 PM
Which reminds me of an old quote, "A poem is never finished, it's abandoned" - Valery
Cornish Avatar
November 7, 2024 at 6:39 PM
Thanks so much Michael----yes, took 3 days to write and then, still...and ironically, when it was "done", it ended with regrets, until I went back and added "except to never have seen you again", because it haunted me that fiction is the sibling of reality--and I have been there!
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