Honest Poem by Ross Maclennan

If I could swing but briefly, upon the bough where passion blooms,
I would but gently taste those soft embracing flowers.
Fragile tenderness, offered brimming with the calm innocence
Of morning dew; suckling the sweet bitter balm of cool aloes

I would not swear upon the minute, the promise of the moment,
Lost before it’s found. My search has ended....
And the fragrant orchid of my dreams, lies softly upon its high pedestal.

Forever is the moment.
The moment is forever.
Time itself is ended.

And yet... And yet, I cannot hold.
I would not repay the healing and forgiving
With the bitter grounds of deep regrets and shallow longings,

I WOULD NOT

but I will…