Handling your love
is as fondling
the shards of broken
glass roses and globes;
smooth, supple over ages
with the dangerous ends
ready to bleed a heart
for it's restless essence

Shattered flame in a hurricane,
the air stood to watch
the Roots Rust and Jewel shine
the terror of the coast
is placid for the show
the times were fine

Every time I left, part of me died
Desperation settling in, to live
for life clearly expressed
Alas, caught in the net of silence
I am wanting merely the Absence of Fear
Comfort took the plane, Love took the rest
the dust settled, and left a mist
of tears and tyranny, hope and dreams
as the road opened up before me