Sonnet+2+(song)

4.4.2015

What possiblism if with time we toy'd Two dozen years back into ourselves come Though it would be a primer state for some Dead scores a life, for thousands but a void

One third of this would be the fruit for me O! to recall the sense of my first kiss And still have ten with him I sorely miss And double that ere I feared death like he

Though how could I survive the void of now? Or wait six years until I saw you smil'd Then thirteen more until we had our child Yet still one moon beyond I gave my vow

Ill-fated and cryptic like hieroglyphs My longing for impossible what-ifs