Happy Talk Like Shakespeare Day! I wrote y'all a sonnet.
Midnight held me quiet in her clasp,
A gentle moment, soft as almost-death
That spares us nightly. Silent as the gasp
We plead with, by ourselves, with every breath
In solitude, in emptiness and dark.
These hours of shadow, void of shining light
Or blackness absolute - they bear no mark
Of days well-spent or warmly worn-out nights.
I, the silent tongue, the absent hand,
I, the lonely whore, the empty heart,
Have stared into the night as I can stand,
Always never knowing where to start.
And worn of gazing at the barren sea,
I clenched my eyes and tried to dream of thee.
Cheers, y'all. Fare thee well until the morrow.
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