Jan 27, 2008 09:49
Love hallowed the pages of this book
I turn each page trying to find some remnant
traces of you within the words
and each time I am left blank
cold as the winter's soul
It's a closed chapter in the sonnets I write.
but I want to drink you down
like Hamlet led ophelia to insanity
get thee to a nunnery, nun
whole new meaning to some pious term
when really all I want is you.
we can never have what our minds desire
and the heart has no say anymore
just a muscle that makes us immobile
when eyes laid upon secrets of beauty
and youth.
if only ponce deleon were so close
Perhaps the ships on the horizon
could do well to quell the dread inside
and sweep you away before my lips part
in subtle confessions
dire need to be entangled, entwined
when the sun rises you'll be gone
and I'll be left to pick up the pieces.