BUILDING ON QUICKSAND

Why did my eyes behold you 
Why did my hearts' door opened wide 
Why did my mind conceived the notion 
That its love I felt inside 

I am but an ancient tree 
Who's roots are exposed to the elements 
And you are just a sapling 
Filled with youth, excitement, and strength

The feelings that are haunting you 
I've experienced a long, long time ago 
It's like looking in the mirror, in the summer
And seeing the reflection of snow 

What is your fascination 
Help me! For my eyes are dim
My mind is caught up in a perplexed past
And my heart is woven with pain

O how I want to love you 
And experience that freedom like the wind 
But I am afraid our house of love will not stand 
Because it's foundation is being poured 
On Quicksand.

Wilford Barker.