117.

Uncertainly


What do I want my scarlet dove?
In time gone by I longed for love
I yearned for him to hold me tight
To keep me safe throughout the night

Love lived in dreams and hid in day
It turned and looked the other way
It made me live devoid of life
And lead my heart to blood-red knife

But now has love appeared in day
And brings along the questions’ cry
That scream in every waking breath
To make me choose ‘tween life and death

Dead in life or life alone?
I scream to cold of silent tomb
Of dust-filled heart, devoid of love
That knows nought else but scarlet dove