Selfish need for forgiveness

Forgive I who vied for attention carelessly
Though the passing of this night is trivial
Weigh still on my over-sensitive conscience
For I shall wilt in this shade I found myself
Instinct demanded a feeding on easy warmth
It is the wiles I apply to that end I fear
Seductive extensions seek the novel source
But suffer do they that frailty of brevity
And this fragility of clashing differences
Whence the Sun shall return its smiling face
Ever am I a defector to heart's familiarity
Thus all extensions are retracted in caution
Solitude with a bath in the nourishing light
In simplicity find I the contentment of now
And apologetic to the once sustaining heat

Written on October 29, 2004.