Hindsight And Harbors Poem by Alejandro Torres

I feel the sadness call me
Like the beacon of love
Only on the lonely nights
Of your heart was a harbor
Would you let this fugitive rest
So close
To such a grand treasure
I look to silver Diana
And remember
Your dark gypsy eyes
Alight with fire
Only Hell could hold
I’d gladly burn
For one spirited look
I look to the bushes
Dropping ripe berries
Like your intoxicating mouth
Dropping sweet aromatic words
In hindsight
Horse shhh….
But the Gods know
I loved you anyways
What I wouldn’t give
For your sentiment
To hang
Like a gem
Around a heart
Scattered in the wind
Like hope