a life of half measures

When you were an inspiration of excess,
I sat on the side lines and wished.
But there was no way
I was going to risk rejection

You had it all, great looks,
personality,
love for life,
Style

The best I could do was hope,
Hope that you would notice,
Take charge.
That was not your method either.

For the longest time I hoped
You and I could become an item.
Even when I was lucky enough, to
Ride next to you in your
Mustang convertible,
I was unable to show you what I felt

Now we are both living in separate arrangements.
You in your fast fashionable lifestyle,
Me, in my small safe world of ink and paper.
Micro components of life.
A life of half measures
And full regrets

A Dying Rose

There,
Among the petals of a dying Rose
A healing force gives presence
To a thought

Still,
Atop a frozen hill
Warming sun breaks into crystal ice
And a drop of life appears

Look,
While the delicate whisker of a mouse
Passes over one fine seed
And life remains

Why,
When all the World is in
A heralded struggle to continue
Must we destroy?

Surely,
Good, will touch and sustain a heart
That yesterday melted, to drop life
Onto one tiny Rose seed