Fragile

I built my dreams around you;

beam by beam.

I thatched a roof over our heads,

and waited out the storms. 

I lived for the starlight nights

for you were mine and I was yours.

But the seasons have changed and

summer is gone, I shiver from the cold.

Now, I toil and sweat planting seeds

in the garden and water them well, but  I 

fear the coming of the desert sun

will turn the tendrils from green to gold.

© 03/26/2010