Gazing upon the poisoned past,
To see the source of so many troubles
Looking out to the desires of old
Who but for truth would have been forever
I wished for eternity for just so long
A want of commitment, born out of fear
Each love was a bird alight with feathers of dust
But each fell too soon, long in its dying song
In time I saw Love was not the enemy at the gate
In time the truth came out, earned by time and pain
Of loss and misplaced faith, of love wrought to die
As the sun tread sheared trails of red in evening air
I saw within me the trap of vicarious confidence –
The enemy unspoken, its face ’til now unknown.