The Idol of My Youth

Love: the idol of my youth

gold as the rising sun

yet dead and lifeless

bitter as they come

Love, the way I learn'd it

is rotten at its core

its got maggots running thru it

and vultures circling o'er

Love with fingers in it

love with chains around

love that sprouts from loneliness

and quickens out of fear

Love that will not spill itself out

for fear of losing what it is

tho love is the ocean

as she is the air

see, love's for the spilling

for the wasting on open hands

fingers that can't possibly catch it

as dry sands drink it below

Only then will the heavens

open up with rain