Regarding the Possibility of Loss

[The Rider]

On those nights
The Gods themseves reclined,
Between the cumulus and the nebulus.

Nights when I waded
Towards the buttresses of my youth and pushed them aside.
The nights when those bars held no walls.

Now as I drift through this hell made by winglights
I ponder when I might return,
And experience those nights again.

[TheFifthElement]

Hi Rider, welcome to the forums.

An interesting opening poem, I like it, especially these parts :


Nights when I waded
Towards the buttresses of my youth and pushed them aside.


Now as I drift through this hell made by winglights

should 'nebulus' be 'nebulous'? I'm never sure when it comes to words with u's whether they should be there or whether there's a regional difference in the spelling (like color and colour).

Love the title, it's very evocative alone and very appropriate.

[Caravaggio]

This poem led me to some interesting questions as I pondered the meaning. For example,


Towards the buttresses of my youth and pushed them aside.


I tried to think what are the buttresses of youth? This is I think a very interesting question. I reworded to make it clearer in my head as what are the support beams of youth, or what is the supporting structures of youth? I still am not sure what the answer is, but am enjoying the pursuit of that question.

I agree with TheFifthElement about the title. I think it makes the whole thing stand very well.

[The Rider]

I could tell you what I had in mind... but I think that would spoil the fun