  Today's Poem Day, and I found a great poem on urlLink www.poems.com . Enjoy! Poem Beginning with a Line from Frost as if regret were in it and were sacred as if regret itself were a river and want which was the source of that river flowed through the river, more and more the more the river thickened towards the boring lake where what stirred once went terribly quiet.
This is indistinguishable from happiness. This standing water was a mindful current once. Once was a mindful current: now leaden, still: it is ourselves we most resemble now; now the maples that had been nowhere gather. When we look down we look down on our own. Countdown: 2 Days to Order Of Phoenix 
