The past runs awkwardly
From the new sunrise
For the coming of the dawn
Hurts it's darkened eyes
Regret was never vanquished
From the days of yesteryear
Plaguing my intentions
Deepening my fear
I cried with laughter's exit
Tainted my cheeks with salt
The sighs came deeper then
And each heartbeat was bought
Now I gaze into this pond
to see a pure reflection
But the horrid monster there
Speaks of past deception
Yes, the past runs awkardly
From the new sunrise
but deep inside my heart
The moon hangs in the skies
Chris Townsend
1999
