Have I shown up in your dreams lately?
Or have I become that matter which
Fuels your nightmares -
That binds you down;
That constricts you tightly;
That mars you nightly?
A slither more than whisper?
Then I'd rather be in neither.
This is a goodbye ballad,
Because you should stay away,
Before you can't escape
Anymore.
This is a sayonara serenade,
Because I'd hate to wait
And see me poison the one I
Adore.
So go. Go on.
Don't think I care;
Don't think I mind;
Don't mind my salivating stare,
Because if I gave a hiss,
Would I be singing this
Swan song?
Wait. My mistake.
The swan was long eaten
By this snake.
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Of late I have seen you in dreams of mine
ReplyDeleteReliving a past that never came to pass.
But never were you in the nightmarish kind
For you were always nice and kind in class.
Believe me, you are not a source of harm
but of joy and hope in my wistful dreams.
Repent not for your incredible charm;
At midnight's darkness, it is you who gleams.
This is a sonnet of appreciation
Because the happiness and memories
You bring is far beyond calculation.
The voice of you is my night's remedy.
So now I wake and rise to early dawn
And what do I see? I see you, the swan.