and the grin on her lips
fades away
and the silence
to her is golden
as the plan that she makes
out of fear
a sixpence of holdings
leaves her wallowing
and her thoughts plead
today is the day
but the strain on her needs
is what's strangling
not needed, not wanted,
not dear
it's not enough,
no not enough at all
not at all
it's long enough
she says, to fall
long to fall
travel down her frown
to find the thoughts of
love pondering
justifyingly covering
the weak
her Galahad has
just been wandering
perhaps the steel
softens his fall
but we all see
his fists rendering
against his will
and back again
no longer just a
bad day simmering
it's not enough
no not enough at all
not at all
it's long enough
she says, to fall
long to fall
so she lands and he smiles
it's over for awhile
and the grasp of his love
leaves her gasping for air
for air
