She, this AE

Un-absolute we falter
Closer to an end of sorts of
Fame as fading fast the light
Falls soft on lost vignette of
Lovers, aught but drawn to
Tighter cling, insisting no,
I say this is the End of all
The Way, the One, my
Fall-back. Wait. My sweet
Ambrosia, angst befalls
And here we wait.

play

restless tatters hither swing
by breezes mindless and if
twister meeting falls
just like
another day i might
approve and
swing

make or break

and if
this time continues and
this situation stays and if
we all remain the same
and if
the daily grind goes on and
our minds made up are strong and if
we never lose control
then all remains intact and
i will never want for home
but if
our worries wear us in and
if decisions bring on pain and if
our courage isn't right
and if
emotions rule the fight and
hasty words are thrown and if
we just can't love for winning
then all will fade at last and
we will wander on our way