Prophecy
They came to gather
as if autumn leaves
all my cannot's, will not's, and never be's
but I kept from them
a secret storage
full of treasure
saved and to be revealed
shared with the precious One
but the winds blow cold
for a love too difficult to balance
with You the possibilities remain warm
by tipping the scales
with all my gold
only to lose you too soon
that mocking foliage rustled and told
warning me of untied passions
so turn around and be
not heaps of fallen dreams
but the One burning flame
my swooning, elated tears of smoking pain
1990
as if autumn leaves
all my cannot's, will not's, and never be's
but I kept from them
a secret storage
full of treasure
saved and to be revealed
shared with the precious One
but the winds blow cold
for a love too difficult to balance
with You the possibilities remain warm
by tipping the scales
with all my gold
only to lose you too soon
that mocking foliage rustled and told
warning me of untied passions
so turn around and be
not heaps of fallen dreams
but the One burning flame
my swooning, elated tears of smoking pain
1990
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