Chasing Twilight

Sometimes I like to write sequels in poems, mostly because I have changed, for good or ill, since the last iteration of the poem. (which in the case of these two is about 3 years and some change apart, more than enough time to warrant a sequel). In the following pieces, I am not sure how much I have changed, and I admit that I wrote the sequel to the first poem more for effect due to being a little inspired by the sun setting in the Indian Ocean on the western coast of Australia. Also, the poems vary in style... the latter has some rhyme structure, but I do not rhyme very well. Still, for some reason, I felt I needed to utilize such structure in the poem. Anyway, do enjoy and have a great weekend.

'The Long Twilight'

Dreaming of worlds that never were
Longing for nights that might have been
These are the thoughts and memories
Of nothing left to give

I am haunted by regret...

Knowing the truth of things not said
Seeking the past of futures dayI
t does not calm the sorrow
Of anything that could remain

I am chased by remorse...

Holding on beyond the night
Smoldering within fragments of dreams
These are the visions and remnants
Of mornings borne through pain

I am battered by pride...

Wondering about what will not mend
Listening for what will never answer
Those are the faces and forms
Of what has passed away

I am haunted...

Not hating nor loving
Hearing but not listening
Languishing in twilight
Lost in a world of dreams.

'Twilight Revisited'

'Is a dream a lie that don't come true, or is it something worse?' --- Bruce Springsteen, The River

I know the solace of regret...

Torn by choices from distant days
Sensing what could have been forlorn
Laid bare in full view
Of the nebulous light of 'morn.

I yearn for a memory of ignorance...

Borne from remnants of desire
Yielding to a truth that would not stay
Lost in the sorrow of desolation
Caressed by the shadows of a fading day.

I seek the embrace of absolution...

Coursing through veins of doubt
Removed from this soul's gentle light
Welcomed ever so warmly
Into the impending wasteland of the night.

I am haunted by twilight...
Forever trapped in my world of dreams.

C.