Sighs of Solitude

Will these sighs of solitude soon slip away and
Never be seen again, so long as we’re keen
On love, and the Earth never stops spinning?
Oh, so long as you keep growing, I’m sure
The stars will stay aflame with the ambition
To lead our correlation to a cleaner generation…

…Oh yes, for we shall cleanse the faded filth that
Once soaked and marinated our hearts in darkness;
It’s up to us to stare away from the Sun so
Our eyes won’t be burnt; oh, the hurt wouldn’t
Be much anyways, Angel, for love’s eclipse is
Just around the corner, so long as respect is shown…

Aye me… I have grown fond of memories in
Snow-banks, secret and cold, but sacred when
Told and remembered by utterances of your lips;
Oh, if only I could take intrinsic tips from Eros, then
Maybe I would not have lost the first time
(When I first understood your skin, soft with rhyme).

Or is all this just another fairy-tale?
Can I ever tell if we truly collided,
Or am I destined to try to write metaphors
For days at a time, while I’m stricken sore
With paper cuts and pencil bruises, losing all
Hope due to the insignificance of romance
(Even though it is more significant than my eyes
For I’d wash away their lies for a moment with you)?

Shush you, for even if departure grows near,
The morning bird’s song is not as dear (it’s true);
Let the lark’s song hum in our ears longer still,
For my will to stay in this dream is not yet dead…

In death, I would still await the call of my name…

Daniel Haigh
08/27/07