Whiskey takes and gives in hearts spared love
As bridges of years burn passion lost
Eyes beg and pleaded for more
Something lost
Quiet night
Wakeup to what is and what is not
Want met
City takes the wink of pride in whirls
Girls feel the curls of youth hanging lonely
Smile romps into stealing eyes of warm love
Rich as the good of worth honing in fates harems
Worry picks its place riding past the release of lies
Dress-up and forget the willing arms poured in molded sighs
Late walks in ghosts giving forth anger deep kept well hurt
Night welcomes a place remembered in hiding faces
House broken in mirrors seeking most wonderful angels
Refuge found in dusty roads marked by moonbeams shallow
Breaks in clouds travel dust cast from sandals left in wheat fields
Heart explodes in favor of passion on a path followed long ago
Hands bleed to the wheel of spinning every straw into love laid
Ice grows up so fast as dread plays its flute in hallowed peace
Go if you can and pick a rose prick your finger on a thorn of life waiting
Out in maids in a row severed from a family living in past hope plunged
Evening an escort for the watering of wine left behind a frivolous trusting father
Comfort becomes a disport wanting more than gold or recognition
Friend you drew the queen of diamonds as the queen of hearts left you alone again
Down in the face of pain and hunger taking you home as freedom leaves you a prison
Leaving your feet cold in the winter of a hundred highs and lows as it goes away
Cheating woman dries the tears from old wrinkled skin worn by the sun and hate
Side aches from memories finding a hurt so deep nothing heals its presence destroying
Town reaches up from ground as you stay or go in wind face on hard as life taking place
A wade takes soul from here to a path in barrowed holding dreams as old as youth
Hand softer than skin in warm expressions of passion give and shared in days passed for hope
Freedom looking can not find just alone finished one more time
Love Tinka