I Cannot Say

I cannot say how we'd have met nor if we'd meet at all that day except that in the creeping gray of fall we'd speak of our regrets. I cannot say upon first glance what sable shadows would betray nor how the pewter light might splay that spelled the end of our romance. I cannot say except to know that while our eyes danced in ballet on lapis lakes that tranquil lay the way of flesh our love would go. I'll never know what failed foray we'd make to our love's sad decay. This is a Refrained Sonnet("Italian Sonnet with a Twist"), a form invented by Lisa Morris, who posts on AllPoetry under the name, Streambed.