sonnet

the love song hangs unspoken, there for you

to steal from my lips as you stole my heart.

and now there’s nothing that I would not do:

I’d barter, kill, and for your love I’d starve.

what once was dull is now all that I want;

I need your warmth, your anger, and your light.

but everything for which I thirst is gone,

for there she stands in purest of pure white.

I turn around and swiftly walk away;

the dark enfolds me under steely wings.

I execute my dreams; the music fades.

in limbo and in empty streets I see

the lantern’s shadows mourn what could have been...

they dance for our love in memoriam.