Danger at Dead End Roads

Image by andy in nyc via FlickrWhen the land bears less than the day

My soul no longer knows the way
To age in one distinguished gray

To live, my life begins with you
It's a lonely street once paved true
Now fraught with two lives of rue

Each day without you leaves
Like childrens' snotty sleeves
Behind innocent shades bereave

But, without you my soul erodes
To artificial love that each time bodes
Mysterious danger at dead end roads

And, patience becomes angst that must
Seek a tangible reminder of trust
That our true love isn't meant to rust