Black and White house, number sixteen,
what were you doing deep in my dream?
What wisdom do you deliver in those deep
perhaps so I might ponder the reason I try.
You see that, right?
Perhaps you were my lesson learned,
regret created and thoroughly earned.
Or perhaps…to show me the truth
that my choice was right, your smile the proof.
You are the benchmark I use to decide
what i’m willing to lose on this lovers ride.
For it’s kinda the same, except this time I fight.
Remember the song? You always saw my light
whispering still that I stand up to the night.
I guess I can see why my mind set on you
a reminder maybe of days that were blue,
regret, karma, wrong paths walked
so many thoughts never talked.
You made me promise i’d step out from the dark
follow a new road my unknown path.
I couldn’t see it but you surely did,
years ahead you told me,
that’s where your Cleopatra
Alas, we no longer talk,
I angered you when I finally walked,
I severed a tie that transcended the earth
tore a hole in your universe.
Oh but the lessons you taught
perhaps this is why in my dreams you were caught.
Love with pride,
never let it hide,
there is no wrong only right.
Regret. Love is always worth the fight.
Perhaps this is why in my dreams I caught sight
as I pondered life after the flight.
Karen Hayward ©2016