2003-05-04 18:04:51 (UTC)

speaking out of turn

Words rise and fall
voices and declarations obscure in time
like the yellowing of some old paper
its luster fades into the abyss of nature
one day either way
we'll laugh at ourselves without posture
emotions make poor substitutes for promises
i refuse to confuse the two
too much wine and a lonely heart
will rake sincerity over the hours
regret follows as faithfully as a shadow
but I will follow love to the end of the earth
no matter the pain along the way
what sacrifice is worth comparing
to the riches that are revealed in the truth?