Dazzle

Dazzle of what was once blinds me to now
Sad dazzle, sorrowing dazzle, fright’s light,
That stands against what could be, should be now,
Holds my heel caught in the trap that is past

Might I yet find the might to relinquish,
To be free from creating lost pageantry
Where what was marches with what might have been,
Commingled in bright confusion in me

Could I call, haltingly, a halt to lift
My heel out from teeth of tender monster
Who does not devour me but shackles me
In dazzle of my creativity

Commemorating love’s predicament,
That it goes as it stays and then stays gone?