He stands there.
And you fear him.
And you need him.
Like the shadow across the river
Intrigue and prudence
Both drive and check desire
The vortex of the night winds
Making merry the dust
That will settle the question in the morning
Not for the weak
Does that wind blow
Not for the lost
Does it point its clouds
To the rain
Not for the day
Does it carry the night
For none is closer to death
Than a woman in love
The hour of pain arrives
It brings to the minds eye
The birth of dreams
Dreams that hold the clouds airs
The foams of lost seas
Valleys seen but once
Stands of forest etched
Charred by the flames
The horizon stained
Jagged spindles of reckless haste
Though the veil of loneliness
Forsaken at last as the lips touch
That blade in your hand
Severs the cord
Life springs out to breathe
In the hands that hold its end
Not for the morning
Do you live
It is for the sun
The moon
The stars
There in a red point of life
The final herald of your memory
No more to take from you its source
Not to fail
To yield to your touch
It knows no other to seek
Finding you
It has fallen from the sky
To hold
It will not relent its will
Upon your mind
The future is the drum roll
Hear it in the hills
The blackening cloud
That wills you to submit to its purpose
To love
To give
To please
To strike the balance
Though your remaining days
A kiss
A touch that holds no evil
A fire that moistens
Not to be given lightly
In the wind that holds it so tight
Poof
And you are gone.
