Our Last Night
The fallen dusk removes you from my sight,
surrounds you deep in darkness like a stone
encasing sculpture once again, tonight
conceals your face until I’m all alone.
No chaperone of moon has come to call,
to shine enough that I could dimly see
your open eyes again, to brighten all
the deeper shadows gathered next to me.
In memories of joy, I see you yet
and pray that dreams persuade my sleeping eyes
that you would never let yourself forget
when I was once the morning in your skies.
You seek a sun to light the whole of day
but think you'll find it faced the other way.
About the Poem
This sonnet began from remnants of another poem that I wrote after a man I loved for several years finally closed the door on any future together. The original poem was a meager bit of melancholy except for the last two lines, which I felt were worth redeeming. Those lines, edited for length, are the couplet that closes this sonnet. The rest of the poem was written from there
This poem is previously unpublished in print. This poem was finished May 19, 2003.