Summer Loves

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This summer romance. This dance of light.
Must cease with the approach of night.
With the music of the seasons’ subtle change,
We must take the hand of a different lover
For the rhythm insists that our partner changes.
For while the wind does rage
And skies hang heavy with autumn rains
We will remember that this music will come again.

© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Motion/Still

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The memory fades away like the rain
Or a dream upon waking.
Just a dream, even a dream of pain;
Its shadow will pass
No matter the length of the shadow cast.

It dissipates as the dawn breaks
And the sun rises even against the moon’s will.
Yes the world goes spinning on
Despite all the tears cried against the tide,
Motion wins still.

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Originally Published 10 December 2017

Hello Yesterday

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Hello yesterday, have you returned.
That dress is faded now
But recognisably the same.
And the shame I feel in your presence
Has never, ever, changed.
You are the lover I can never leave.
The paramour I can’t be parted from.
You are Yesterday. My regret.
 
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Originally Published 31 January 2017

Midnight Wandering

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Not a breeze stirs the waters.
Time seems frozen by this summer heat
As sweat wraps me in its sickly embrace.
I’ve gone walking at this midnight hour
In the shadows beneath the trees.
I’ve gone searching, searching for something
I can’t remember. Yet I know I’m lost.

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Back to the Sea

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I want to go back to the sea
For the sea is calling to me.
The place where the waves meet the sand
Where we went walking and I held your hand.
I want to make sense of it all
And there the big sky makes me feel small.
For it is only there
That I understand the true scale of my cares.
Only there do I understand what it all means.
Only there, holy water washes me clean.

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Lie of the Land

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Wind-blown,
Secrets fly like the night
On wings of darkness.
To a rhythm nobody feels
And even less see.

Nature lies,
As natural as breathing.
Until death comes stealing,
Creeping, out of an obsidian glass poured.
The fatal blow dealt.

Undreamed.
Poisons and pains. Panic
Flies on the wings of a bat
Chittering, repeating its refrain, sings
Of ‘Secrets and Lies’, of ‘Secrets and Lies’.

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Knowhere

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A man took a bus
Went searching for his heart.
He’d left his home of forty years,
Packed a bag – filled it with memories
And assorted other dusts.
He watched as the driver pulled out into traffic
And joined the motorway.
He watched as everything he’d ever believed
Dwindled through the window
Of a bus bound to nowhere. Until all that was left
Was a collection of smudges on the glass.
Like a dim, shadowed, constellation of stars.

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