Villanelle of Regret

Villanelle of Regret

Solid pitch black, but right now she’s here with you.

This cup of heart; it is what she has adorned.

She passes by more dark, right here with you.

The walls are burnt, and the windows are amused.

What has could come to pass may now be a swarm,

but all that matters to her is what is you.

What’s tearful and true is within her avenue,

but here she sits in all it is with solitude

with rest she withdrew to be alone with you.

Rain will come this summer; all will be new.

Is it a nightmare of soot and hoarse, or

Does she find strength in what can be her fall through?

The moon is black the sky is white - so blue

Not here nor there I cannot see remorse

Say, she moves on past your only playthrough

She’s temper and soft, she is what fell threw.

She is cold and stir, focus on the course.

With grace and strength, she moves and breaks through the storm.

It does not take much for her to overdo.