touch a bitter tear
and run, laughing.
the innocence you prayed to is long gone.
saline reign of fear.
a dream undying.
the wind betrays the come of virgin's dawn.

run a race with fate.
the clocks are melting.
memory is the curse of those who care.
there are those who wait,
their spirits moulding.
our dreams are borne in riddles on the air.

taste the razor snow.
the fire.  the beauty.
the dawn  is yours, it must be by your choice.
watch our fleshes flow.
feel passions' duty.
your touch and taste shall serve as spirits' voice.

touch a bitter tear
and run, laughing.
the innocence you prayed to is long gone.
saline reign of fear.
a dream undying.
the wind betrays the come of virgin's dawn.


copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv)