Though I am Dead
or
Stone Heart
A Sonnet for Darling
I am dead and what I think is changeless
All thought graced with still and silent flow.
My eyes still linger on her, yearning, shameless
My voice does not speak out to make her glow.
My pen will not describe her, past the night
That great and glorious symphony of lust.
The moonbeam of her grace, should she alight,
Will matter not to me, becoming dust.
She dances on my grave and doesn't know
That my stone heart is hers, she doesn't see,
Without a touch, my life is driven snow
And I am hers for all eternity.
..Darling dance in starlight, never knowing death
..My love will be the end of time, as you are my first breath
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Background on the Darling series.
Darling likely doesn't read these poems (I hope) not that it would matter if she did. She is a real person who has affected me profoundly, as many of you may be aware.
I am happily married with three little children, Graystonette, Boy Graystone, and Jon Graystone. I have never been unfaithful to my beautiful wife Rocks, and I love her and my children deeply. Any previous version of my Self that I may have relied upon to steer me through these shoals is surely dead. The sun shines brighter, the night is a deeper shade of gray. |
