My Golden One

MY GOLDEN ONE I know, my dear, now I know that my silence sculpted that sorrow in your face. I have no talent for quick love. Only when the dark shadow of loneliness descends on my heart, it seems to me that my wit sharpens. But it just as well might be my vanity. My dear, I have never dared to reveal my heart to anyone, like I did to you in this poem. You have nurtured our love like some fairy princess. You would be like an angel if you didn't walk the same earth that humans do. My golden one, because of my treacherous silence, a tear is sliding down your face in the silent black rain. One might think that the sky is shrouded in black, moaning the death of the sun. Rain, rain, and rain again; thus, my golden one, read this poem and throw your shadow onto the earth, so the sun may be resurrected and eternally shine on our love. ©Walter William Safar