Regret # 3,251,963
Being born was my first, but then I really had no choice, did I?
What was to follow has become a string of circles spun into the ice
Around n round, the figurine skates patterns sketched on the frozen pond
Crackling beneath my blades as I slide across the rink into the hovering fog
One set of tacks carved into the glass floor of water hardened by the cold
How I wish I had he courage to ask you to dance with me in winter's embrace
Instead it becomes one more regret heaped onto the pile of crystalline linin
Blanketed in layers of flakes that fell from clouds as feathers from angels wings
If only they could lift us up to dance across the sky and rest on the cotton ball clouds
Would you go there with me? Would you dance in my hands and fall in my arms?
Could you love me the way my heart beats for you? Are you real or just my fantasy?
But each morning I wake only to regret that I dream and I wish that I would not fall asleep
Then you could not sneak back into my brain, so pure, so soft and so unbelievably sweet
It's just not fair to be filled with more fear than confidence to say the words wetting my lips
My own mind betrays me to remind my heart that loneliness is the only real feeling
and command silence when what I want so badly is to ask you gently, will you dance with me?