Can’t regret
late nights, screens and scenes
LOVE, before all else
Sleep was in high disregard
lacing our wired minds
Together we decided
devised a world that made sense
Dreaming out loud
dredging those feelings deep down
to surface them
In poetry,
in stories from Poe
and tales from our hearts
Our hearts, our world
Faces lit by flames
Fireside flurries, sparks sailing
high on winds
brightening the tree tops
Guitar strumming,
songs sang
My heart holding the words close
Stories beg to be told
continuing around the fire
Memories lasting
I won’t regret a moment




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