Blame. Poem by Kevin East

Maybe
I should blame
One unspoken word.
Music that didn't play.
A Minstrel's song unheard.
Or a rhyme that blew away
Before I could reach for my quill.
A crescent moon
We hung our hopes on
As stars would burn to thrill.
Softest kisses go astray,
On jasmine breeze of yesterday.
Blame a sunset
That bled to death.
Or
A rainbow
that took our breath,
When its colours ran away.
As we awoke in the morning,
That idyllic moonlit bay
Watched smitten beauty yawning.
And was stolen by a rainy day.
Gossamer dreams
It seems
Never float forever free.
And in the mirror of love's blue lagoon
All I see is me.