Judgment sounds
ticks my blood
talks the very rush
unrelenting love
never quite the first
or the last to look up
unfolding arms
and hoping it`s enough
The stainless years
Spots a fading pink
on the brink
and counting
oh sweet everlasting
worry, dear
need not abhor
the rouse and ebb
for many more
a face, to waste
and fill the hours
of your confined space
That within a breath
must spread beyond
and through the air
your wishes fare
now left before
your august hush
this aging face
still tender blush
swearing by your senile love
tell me that it`s not enough
