The Vault

She hides in the nightshades on the bank
 Where the soft stream runs far
 A vault of no disclosure
 Sharp glimmers cast from old tears
 Trembling in the cold fire of stars
 Weighted and deep
 Love is the hand that wrecks my flesh
 Love is the eye that stares silent upon my aching wounds
 At dusk the calm water turns black
 Slow ripples form an aperture
 In a receiving ocean
 Love is the fire that burns my world
 Love is the lie that turns the wheels within my core
 As I fly
 Love is the breath that rots my dreams
 Love is the lie that turns the wheels within my core
 In the end
 Young eyes shine the fear of father's will
 And weep for a mother's kind heart
 Tears for the deep