I Spy (An Optimist)

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Twelve months of summer,
Chasing sunshine the whole of your life.
Everyday a battle against
The drab monochrome
That your parents brought you into.
Seeing silver linings even there in the gutter;
Sensing the stars when lost in the clouds.
Never closing your mind to the hope in their eyes
And never shutting out their ray of light.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.


We Are The Dust

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We know our place in the universe
For we named our planet dust.
Rubbing shoulders
With Mars and Orion
In this cosmic show.
Yet we named our home
For the dirt beneath our feet
And that is how we treat it.
A rusting jewel
Decaying like the grave.
With this the last morning,
These the sun’s last rays.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.


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Everything about you is secrets,
Night flights and summer rain.
Everything is motion,
Fleeting notions and make-believe.
From the beguiling beginnings
To the moment you slip away,

For you were there and then you were gone.
For one moment you were golden,
Wrapped in a silken web.
I watched you sleep

Your head resting beside me on this pillow,
Until I blinked. Then like night you dissolved
Leaving only the bitter magics in your wake
And the loneliness of the cold light of day.
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Earning a Future

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Do we exist?
Do we have a right to exist?
If the sun sets on this stormy night
Do we have a guarantee that it will rise
Come tomorrow morning?
In this post-apocalyptic wasteland
Is there a niche carved out for us,
A temperate zone; blanket to wrap about our forms?
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Old Souls

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Seems like I’ve been dragging around this old soul
Like there is a part of me
That remembers days long passed by.
And in mockery of Atlas the Titan,
This old soul occasionally bends low
As if weighed down beneath all of time.

I feel this old soul looking at me occasionally,
Perhaps it knows something I don’t.
Mocking me as I headlong crash down
Beneath the waves
Where the old soul has crashed down before.
As we dance together in a figure eight for eternity.

© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.


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Will you smile for me?
One more time,
Will you smile?
Will you make the earth shake?
With a laugh that quakes
The ground beneath my feet.

Will you offer up a moment,
For the moments that we’ve shared?
Do you care? Do you give a damn?
Or are you just leaving
Letting all the doors slam,
Without a backward glance.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Shadow of a Girl

There was a girl
Between the earth and the sky,
Shadow of a girl
Like a bird she did fly.

There was a girl
I spied between moon and sun,
But when I looked again
That girl had gone.

There was a girl
I saw across the lake,
But when I reached out for her
From the dream I did wake.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.