Give and Take

And I will take these things away from you: I will give you love But without the golden case The space in which love sings. I will give you joy But extract the sweetness in its call And all it does possess inside. I will give you hope, But not the dawn. Nor sun, The one that rises from the dark And I'll replace such things for you: Instead of space I'll give you shame, Your name they'll whisper on the wind. Sweetness will have deceit Repeat the pattern in your waking days Renew the dawn with guilt And tilt the light away from all your stars. Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 03:31 AM PST   0 • 13