there is envy in
rush of willows,
that leaves you
empty with
nothing but
dreams and
sorrow.
let your love be
my guard rail
on the edge of
tomorrow.
calypso voice of
silver rings out
in shear hearth.
may you
be the one
to carry my
lazarus frame
to your bed
of mirth?
ㅡ j,g,e.
