Without Remorse

By Lori Lines

Your voice, tender and inviting,
In matters of love, clichés are known, no denying.
Yet here, a novelty, a fervor,
I can't set aside,
After that wave engulfed me, turning the tide,

After the struggle to emerge, to breathe,
In the calm that followed, I did perceive,
My own reflection, like an island, so clear,
In the boundless water, my solitude drew near.
With the next wave's embrace,
I understood, Regrets.

Though a subsequent wave may have me misunderstood,
For am I concussed or in self-deceit, I've stood?
I find no reason to rue the past's bitter lore,
No room for regrets now, or evermore.

What weighs so heavy, you cannot foresee,
A future to redeem, a heart set free,
Settle it today, release the binding chain,
Freedom to embrace, not from but to gain.

In this moment, regret should find no place,
For gravity draws two souls to embrace,
From distant corners, they converge, and unite,
In the cosmic depths, their stars ignite.

No regrets linger, no burden to bear,
Every cell alive, a thrill in the air,
An anticipation, yet undefined,
The purpose unknown, the path unlined.

Do you sense it too, this stirring inside,
​A journey unfolding, where hearts collide?

© Lori Lines, 2015

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