Think Your Love

A stream of thought
A stream of what
A stream of ought to do
But in the mirror the shiny truth
beckons something new.
It makes not a difference nor meaning true
The tears will still
Be ever true
And that is the way of tomorrow.
The chill of morning cannot be forgiven
The dewy tendrils of a crisp dawn cannot soon
Be forgotten
For their chill
Is the deepest cut of all.
So at the feet of the gods
Ask for your dreams and ask for the schemes
And ask what is next on the horizon
For the star that falls
May just need you enough
To right herself in the heavens
This is your love
In place.
Think your love
And think it true
And think it always a certain
And this too shall be as permanent
As the skies amidst your heaven.

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