Regret

There was a time a million years ago
When I thought the moon and stars were mine alone.
I thought I could capture moonbeams in my hands
And hold them there forever.
Stars were mere playthings - sparkling toys -
Out of which I fashioned crowns and such.

Now a million years later -
I see the moon and stars so cold and distantly mocking -
And yet I might have had them today
If I had only known the value of moonbeams, stars and......love.