Poems, essays, and other writings by eric bleys

For all that could have been

I forgot my good fears 

Flowing in the wilderness

Of the sun in a great flower

As I cried for just an hour 


Weeping just so shortly

And yet in the power of here forever 

Is my love alone together


For once I had great words

But now I have no rhyme

For any beauty here in time 


And as they ask just what his death has taken 

I can only answer

With an empty voice within 

For all that could have been 



When all the White Flowers Turn Red

To Think of this Again