things took time-
flourishing like a spring rose
then faintly wilted
after days of exposure,
drawing flies

our music had soured
lost its rhythm
the groove was forgotten
we strummed cement violins
to uncaring ears

the hazard is love
blinding lights 
bidding sanity
for confused yearning
for tempered security
for bloody sacrifice
for endurance to be endured
for castles, crumbled beneath
dark waters

time is the cure
like love was the drug