A missed chance
blooms into a regret
in that moment of folly
the mind stops listening to the
heart and refuses to ignore reason
and becomes submissive.
In that split second,
information misinterpreted
signals in the wrong places
mental malfunctions
a chance missed.
ah heart, why thou hast failed me
in that solemn hour
the moon looks down with disdain
that thou did not gather up thy strength
and overcometh the mind
and led the victory march
on an impulse
but to success, it would have been.
Pummels of shooting stars
streak across the sky
and glimmer on
the dark canvas
that which we call night.
The voice of one
which howls at the moon
and struggles in anguish
smiles in relief
as the sun shows his
feathers.
