There is no one but you ~ Sonnet 42

Good night, good rest. Ah! neither be my share; 
She bade good night, that kept my rest away 
William Shakespeare



There is no one but you:
these are the deserted hours
of night’s close chambers
where the past cannot find you

and the dread of tomorrow
slides into the abyss
of Charon’s tomb
only you, waiting on the brink

between loneliness and sleep,
waiting for my touch
upon your bare skin
to untangle the knots of your body.

Like a fragment of a dream made whole,
I will love you in the darkness of soul.


Day 23 and Day 24: SHAKESPEARE ~ I am commemorating the birth and death of the bard with a sonnet.

Sanaa is our host in The Imaginary Garden today, asking us to share Ghost Story.