regret

ah, life eternal, like the white bristle cone pine trees 

living 5,000 years ago, still 'til today and beyond

go see, walk there an' touch them 

under their scant shadows hear their quiet speech

on the lonely side, the eastern side of the sierra nevada range

that far off place to walk granitic mountain soil

peer and feel the hidden things in ancient caves

hear the moan of the universe reveal what she contains

her deep canyons shared with you, her journey calls 

to distant lands your soul she carries there

for you to fly with wild birds, high across the air

you'll swoop and dive into the deep of depths below 

secret watery folds are dark submerged her black mariana trench

her mystery heart, her pacific ocean watery womb

her creatures swim beneath endowed with idyllic wonderous being

their neon lights surrounded into void, their minds infuse with yours

regret this dust of earth and water flesh, this fragile bone with paper skin, 

wrinkles as the autumn leaves of deciduous trees that dry in hasted waste 

the years fly by, fading spark of strength, thinning hair, dimming eye

while your heart is ticking to the final end, no turning back

 

sustain my bold attempt to capture joy, to not release my hold

to share with every one i've ever met and will forever love

before the end of this, my brief history in time

regret my beloved friends, flesh pallid cold, lying in morbid state

precious human relatives beheld, while warm ago i touched

memories dissolved, passed on, turned to sterile dust

with my own heart ticking in its transient state, no turning back

Oh, if I had wings, i'd fly, i've shouted out in futile pain

fly away my friends so none is left behind,

all with you who thirst like this to life eternal plane, 

wondrous magic, love filled place of purity defined

a rainbow place beyond this broken fragment realm

just like dorothy, with her immortal song once yearned 

how is it to cast away, to banish/lose that vexation state

that futile/temporal curse of death upon this earth

this wretched truth, this knowing proof the end will surely come

regret what cruel end, up into my nostril's stench

it boldly springs into my face with sordid mockery

it's flagrant scoffing vain, its boast of putrid victory

its emptiness, its frigid loneliness in my face

its knowing serves me pensive fact, ubiquitous foul dread

no pleasure entertainment, amusement by which to pass the time

the script embossed on every heart, the end of days, this life

futily mixed with good and bad, forces me to bitter cry

flooding memories, flaunted stream in every pore,

in vain i shout and protest, i don’t want to lose

powerless i am, helpless to prevent, and so forget in weak regret, 

with no other hope, i force myself to yield,

dread the day ordained, every memory i must release

not of the bad, just of the good, i ever had