Dark Love, Sleepless Night
( after Federico Garcia Lorca )
( a double Sonnet )
I stand before this soul of mourning stars
That drift within the boundíries of my heart.
To ever show the light my open scars,
And keep desire stilled when weíre apart.
To separate the nature of my pain
While even in a crowd I am alone.
Forbidden tears ignite and fall as rain,
But never will they see a love thatís flown.
Determined, the inclusion of my truth,
The heaven-sent of you is ever near.
And driven by the beauty of our youth,
A reckless, hopeful, carefree, happy year!
I only hope for love, I wonít pretend.
To have it for a day, to never end.
It was the moon that overflowed with milk,
And kept the atrium of night awake.
While pouring out my grief in shades of silk,
You looked on mockingly then turned away.
A chrysalis, I bled with every sting,
A deity, the dignity you bore.
And yet, from pillars of each broken wing,
I heard you weep across a barren shore.
A morning rise of oranges from a tree,
The moon becomes an apple as it sets.
Below, among the shells of sandís debris,
The stillborn tides of day will soon forget.
When love is dark it blends in with the night,
So when love cannot sleep the moon is bright.