NOTHING

Softest fathoms lingering in,

Green pear, Avocado skies, sinking in the lemon dew,

expiring chance, and circumstance,

into oblivion dressed as a deconstructing nuance,

paraded as the science of your whim.

Your oceanic gaze leagues beyond the rest,

lips and longing auspices, decorated in a thinly veiled history,

between consumption and the fever of our meeting,

I reclaimed memory a thousand times,

and in the winds of chance elevated our union,

for want of and need of a finer striving I did not know,

but now as time has laid bare,

years and regret set to best kept spent monument,

True love is sometimes a letting go,

like a swimming lotus revealing the beauty of the cusp

upon which the depths grasp surfaces,

and the stillness of a those surfaces reflecting,

everything in it's contemporaneous splendour,

I regret nothing.

A poem about first loves. POEM and Image © 2016 and 2005  all of my images are reproduced for the first time officially here so according to American copyright law that makes them copywritten 2016, but I have added the copywritten date of the origination of the work, work done respectively by Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos AKA Rockwell Wilder.