Again the Dam Breaks

My soul is like paper

yours eyes, my love, the rain

and a rusty chain

bends just enough

until it breaks in pain.

My heart’s a closed window

your smile, my dear, a stone

and these weeds have grown

much too high now

for the tulip reeds to show.

These nights are cool waters

our ties, my sweet, a dam

and each efforts claims

these things won’t break again…

then again

and again

the Dam keeps breaking.

Yet late at night,

I still pray

those raging waters

took you somewhere softer.