JOSHUA TREE GIG
My love isn't dead; but it's dying;
I searched for truth and I thought it was you.
When I understood you were lying,
I loved you more, for what good it would do.
My love is the fire of sunrising,
road to L.A. through the Joshua Tree.
My songs are not all that surprising,
each word is you, but they're coming from me.
My love is a hand that is shaking;
locking of eyes so I can't even see.
Your love is my greatest mistaking,
my love is dying, but dead cannot be.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet