The Dead Poet

my sanity for your heart,
to obscurity and over sea,
tearing my soul apart,
waiting for you, to love me..

like a shadow on the forest path,
I am sneaking when you bath,
to take a glimpse of you,
dying to hear "I love you too"
and the old sage saying..
„you will be at peace,
only when your heart is true..“

maybe we will see the dawn,
maybe I won’t feel a clown,
maybe our future is bright..
but I see nothing now..just plight

you have the power to make it stop,
to end this nightmare,
to pick the heart I drop,
but only if you really care

I have nothing more to lose,
You are my dream, my muse,
without you I am just empty husk,
burn it to ashes.. scatter it to dusk

do what you will, you are my queen,
deliver me from lone thoughts, from this spleen,
make me your prince, make me your lover..
so that ever since, one another we may discover

here ends my song, here ends my plead,
so lets sound the gong, lets drink the mead..
and dont worry anymore..
for a poet..
lying dead on the shore.....
and in his hand – this sonnet.

Copyright© Finwaell, 2008

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