Can there but a moment be
when regret and lapsed opportunity
let them meld into Magellanic folds of the haze of yesteryearning
and permit this sweet agony of bliss to arise,
soft tendrils that caress a once fond recollection.
I love the coined word "Yesteruyearning"--so sweetly succinct!.Indeed the poem evokes both tenderly and poignantly, the feelings of reminiscences of the past. I also really liked the image of " Magellanic folds of the haze of yesteryearning"--- memories recalled have that misty,mystic quality, your words though shine through that milky haze like bright stars. Wonderful evocative write.
I woke up this morning after having a sex dream about a ravishing beauty I encountered way back in college. I was somewhat appalled by this dream as the two of us had no such communion but maybe your correct, it's things like this that keep us from having heart attacks