I was acquainted with you for one night
Not bright by moonlight nor candle to-light
The romance that could be brighter than this night
I am acquainted with you and the discomfort of pain
Unpleasant emotions try to gain and leave its dye stain,
The ache and sore and prickled sting that causes pain.
I am acquainted with you and with the heavy dew,
Of tears and fears walked out in the rain upon you
With scars that look like stars wet with the dew.
I am acquainted with you and the earths ploughed dust,
That came and drew the empty cross now turn to rust
With the pain that hurls its lance as I scatter your dust.
I am crush, with the flood and the great agony of rush
They were not enough to pay for what we cherished.
Categories:
aquatinted, absence, death of a
Form: Sonnet