"Re"

If I could regain my composure,
the kind lost in past moments,
to be present then,
with the wisdom of now.

My idle descent away from love,
would perhaps be less regretful.

Instead, I hope,
its appearance might be more timely,
enriching not wasting,
an acting love of integrity,
never victimizing,
more so evoking ,
a formative peace.

Kindred unions,
recognized by a willingness implied,
if not proven by my nature.