Ephemeral [Sonett VIII]
(01. August 2006)
Thou art as beautiful as the sobbing moon’s silver reflection
In a gently rippled surface of the diamond lake in my dream.
The wind whirling above it alike the breath of my affection:
Aggravated by ache, lightly caressing what is not to be seen.
Tears that filled my ailing eyes run down serrated scars of silence
Run from cheek to chin to chest, less or more than a sadist’s zest.
I’m not to touch, I’m not to miss the bliss that filled my senses
Ineffable thine snow-white skin, thy sable hair and blackest lash.
Night gives chances where Day gives none – I am what I was to become,
And still when day takes thee away, like a sandstorm takes all meaning,
I wince and wail until my bleeding, suffocating heart gets numb.
And I’ll remember with each beating that for thee I’ll save my dreaming
- Despite that aggravating agony is all that waits for me
Yet I never will surrender my life to any one but thee.