Kim Hooyboer
Sonnet for a Shadow

Were I to put you into words,
I'd write your smile     (more awkward than amused)     in rhyme,
suspend     the ebon passage of the night and
stay     our hopefulclinging hands in time;

I'd tell of how we melted into black
among the silhouetted trees
and how the match's glow would
draw the
       shadows back from
avid amber eyes and     lifted brow.

Then might I set your name amongst the Dark
Lady and Shelley's ruined stone
to dwell immortal in the
                        whispered word
and stark black strokes across the barren page.

To tell the truth,
                  I am no fool who dares expect
my words apt to illume
                      your silhouette.