Lost Passion

Not a thing under the stars just happens
All things bright and good happen for a reason
And the reality of it all sharpens
Like the aura of the blooms in season

Each moment there is to live
Has a million and one things to learn
Whether  to give
Or to yearn

For what could have been
But could not be seen
Because I didn’t have it my way
Memories and thoughts well kept away

Only a mirage broken and tattered
Dreams of a promise shattered
A distant dawn
Sweet as a tawny fawn

Too good to be true
Missed chances lived to rue
If at all I could
Live it all over again I would…Never something to fight
Fate of the coming of daylight
A die cast on me
That it was never to be

Peter Zinyani is a Zimbabwean writer, counsellor, motivational speaker and poet.