betrayal is a dangerous word

Betrayal is a dangerous word.


And on your wing the pope may take his leave
depart a waterfall of mournful tears
though not enough
too few, perhaps.


In sadness I may choose to dwell
by parting through the sands of liquid time.
Be that I make a statement and thus fall
--a concious clear us sharper for the day,
Sweet dances make you pray to go away.


And by-- for though they do not know the truth--
a lover's song may be forever proof.
And pearls in sediments worth more than hate
are not so much the culprit as the jewels.