Bleeding Wisteria

My heart bleeds, my eyes cry a brilliant purple

It drips downward, falling like wisteria from a tree

Along my branches runs the blood of days long past

Memories flood the mind and heart, and it’s all I see.

How I long to go back, redo things that happened so quickly

Regrets are nothing new or rare for most in life

But at this point, in my mere existence, in the midst of me,

they form something unique: an overwhelming strife.

Longings flood for things not known and love never found

A touch, a word, a whisper to which nothing compares

Such things are lost, floating amidst encroaching darkness

As life’s final days draw near, evaporating in mid-air .

It’s a deafening sorrow to not know if all’s been spent

Upon the winding path of love in a life that’s been sown

Was it all achieved and encompassed upon the cusp of life

Or was there so much more depth than what is known?

It’s unique sorrow as doubt lingers like falling wisteria

A deeper sadness ensues as time trails by with regrets

Unbidden thoughts creep in to flood your entire being

With a brilliant purple that floats about you in great finesse.

There’s no way to always know those things you should know

Life doesn’t grant a reprieve to make amends very often

Instead, it’s like purple wisteria, hanging upon your soul

A deep seated and undeniable remorse that fails to soften.

The purple flower drapes, hangs, and resonates within

Trailing downward on life’s winding staircase toward the finish

Seeking refuge in your spirit’s deeply seated center it creeps

Through the dimensions of time, feeling sad and diminished.

You attempt to halt its finish, but alas cannot do so

And though you steer, seeking to displace it in your dreams

Time's incognito has a unique surprise for one and all

Carrying us until the soul for more does silently scream.

Thus for all, we seek to hide from the encroaching wisteria

That winds steadily through the lines of our lives to invade

Like a never ending vine, twisting throughout the years,

Pulling us to a new place amid our echoed cries of dismay.