07-14-2013, 06:05 AM
Lessoning Trust
Drops of rain then the splash of you
enters my mind like a loaded fist,
where alone is a feeling I can't undo,
floating free in a mountain of mist.
Enchantment fed me sweets of deceit
in a bed of sheets covered with snow,
crying out in whispers, "don't retreat",
stealing arrows from Cupid's bow.
The good ones play quiet and flaunt with care;
such orchids are shy in their bloom.
Others are spiders with webs that snare,
holding court in corners of rooms.
Wisdom is pain that pierces a hole
in a heart when it ventures to dare.
In her bed on a pillow my head lays low,
where my dreams tell my soul to beware.
Drops of rain then the splash of you
enters my mind like a loaded fist,
where alone is a feeling I can't undo,
floating free in a mountain of mist.
Enchantment fed me sweets of deceit
in a bed of sheets covered with snow,
crying out in whispers, "don't retreat",
stealing arrows from Cupid's bow.
The good ones play quiet and flaunt with care;
such orchids are shy in their bloom.
Others are spiders with webs that snare,
holding court in corners of rooms.
Wisdom is pain that pierces a hole
in a heart when it ventures to dare.
In her bed on a pillow my head lays low,
where my dreams tell my soul to beware.