Gambit

The wind-bled rain upon my face
Accompanied tears without disgrace
A solemn walk with each foot passed
Upon graveled roads of rock crushed dreams

Greener pastures mowed down in prime
Left brown to die in harshest heat
Know my touch by heart, for soon
My presence will too fade from light

A perfect storm, imperfect life
Gentle dawn now lays me down
Ice block pillows from chiseled tears
Your cold, cold heart
My wasted years

An ice queen’s heart can singe and burn.

Heed my warning and protect yourself
Not from each another,
Nor from love itself
But from the elements that love combusts

Between simple songs and elaborate sonnets
The truth hides by shadow’s dawn
Thus steel your heart and guard your mind
And be not another love’s pawn








-j.g.smith (11/12/07)