After spring
summer is indelible
and autumn is like a cemetery
only winter covets nothing
beware of my love
The stars do not speak any language
the streets have all
exchanged their names
the night passes
without adventure
beware of my love
Tomorrow is not forthcoming
the trees are all
bejeweled with rain
and your shadow
contends it does not know you
beware of my love
It's in the market
after breakfast
and those uninspired picture shows
and all the things
they are not saying
beware of my love
All things have
their consequences
even if you do nothing
choose or it's decided for you
beware of my love
Nothing has been compromised
certainly not the flesh
which is your altar
you pray or you are preyed upon
beware of my love
I spent a long time
seeking you
at night when only
the moon would befriend me
this will be my epitaph
beware of my love
There isn't a soul out there that doesn't take a chance with love. However love is a blind prison guard that makes prisoners of us all. (Hugs)Indigo
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