deviate the dew

rise the good old times,.
and ring the love chimes,.,but
the desolate cards are thrown ,..,to fly and flip,.,.
while defrosted pages yellow up
delusion glowing deeply madly in we
and
delve there for here-within is dying,.
deter thy flock of emotions to detour
or
delude many the smile,.,. deviate the dew,.,.