Eighty One

If you would only see, what lights my smile, you'd understand deceit, wolves howl at the moon, phrases break like a child, some cloak an open tomb, words thrown ill at ease, lost without their signs, in everything you believe, do they ache for truth, a power beyond my sight, even with your news, love's a bitter feed, always asking why, in whispered prayers of need, a lonely bitter gruel, i'm supposed to consign, with all loss of virtue, before you came for me, they say it isn't right, to carry love across the sea, what catches in my eyes.