I skated out on to the thinned out ice
between cowardice and polite
offense too difficult to face
of cobblestone that led the path
of commoner sense I was led to ask
history never allows a follow up question
you told me of a gentle night
sunflowers and starry night
all that was true was all that was right
earth is cold, and the winds stood still
illusion is ego, the favorite chill
stood back then and is standing still.
It is of words a mortal curse
that fans that flame from bad to worst
horse hooves call before the hearse
tell me I am of doom and gloom
and providence has filled the room
I caught the game too late......
ice cracks deep.