Could have been

We could have left

the realms of reason
my love. 
We could have flown on the wings
of make believe and bewildered beasts.
Left tomorrow for years to come
basked in now 
with open palms.
But you would not have it
stayed with shapes 
of logic
too vivid for anything to survive. 
So I am left 
at the open gate
fluttering and seeking resonance 
of a meeting
not so long ago....