The springtime of love When we played with life Conjured sunlight in November Wonder in suburbia Shrunk the world to fit our dreams. ~ Now the winds of time Pull in opposite directions The gap, ever widening The weevils of familiarity Feeding on our union. ~ Nights of pretend passion Stirring the embers Going through the motions Is there meaning in a kiss Is there truth in a caress? ~ The lies I tell you The lies that I tell myself Will this play still run? Or time to pull down the curtain We seek the answer. ~ Between the silences.