The Hours That Will Not Die
A Villanelle of Endless Regret
I walk again beneath the ashen sky
The years return like ghosts that will not go
And every step recalls a long goodbye
There was a time when hope could not belie
The face that burned where gentler fires glow
I walk again beneath the ashen sky
I swore to still the ache but memory is sly
It finds the wound beneath the frost and snow
And every step recalls a long goodbye
Regret becomes the breath by which I sigh
And silence bears the weight I cannot show
And every step recalls a long goodbye
No prayer can still the pulse that asks me why
No dawn can pale the dusk I used to know
I walk again beneath the ashen sky
And every step recalls a long goodbye
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Let your becoming be louder than your fear, and your smallest steps become the road you once thought impossible to walk. An Appalachian poet and cookbook author my book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇
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