Would

Would that I hold the hand of Desire
and open the door to Summer
Could I make the man I aspire
and walk the world without slumber

Spring tears of rain
Summer has come again
Autumn warm and forlorn
Winter has come and gone

So the threads are weaved two by two
coming to conceive the grand design
How can love survive, the budding anew,
survive, if I am drunk on old wine

Careful is the maker that no sinner over there take her
Knowledge the eye of the storm that feeling can forewarn

If you think you can see better than the goose that flies with the moon
If you dare to set free the cobra with out having a mongoose
then you reap what you sow
fangs and webs you will know

For who ever leaps where angels fear to tread
the fool will make and eat bitter bread