In My Mind's Eye

Moonlight Sonata

For, thou must know, sleep,

May only be achieved,

When that equilibrium between happiness and sadness is found,

When all that makes us giddy or soddens our spirits during the day,

Is frozen into the depths of the palaces that are our minds,

Leaving everything a clean, blank slate.

So, no, I'll not close my eyes.

I'll not lie my head on yonder pillow.

The night's devilish caprice still gleams in thy eye.

The owl's coo still echoes from the valley below,

Where the stars shine and every constellation,

No matter its arrangement,

Reminds me of thy sweet face.

And were anyone to ever disturb,

Our reckless oblivion,

Our passionate monotony,

I'd promptly flick them off the face of the Earth,

The way a ripple is banished from the sea,

So soon after disturbing its tranquility.

And were anyone ever to harm thou,

In all thy innocent beauty,

In all thy arrogant naivety,

I'd—

Well...

Thou wouldst hate me for what I'd do to them.

Toss me my rapier, my love,

And I will fight away the shadows,

That dance so tauntingly across thy bedroom floor.

The branch that scratches an achingly forlorn tune,

On thy glimmering window,

Twirls with thy mahogany locks,

As thou spirals across the hardwood floor.

Oh, the way thy tongue contorted to lull out such sweet melodies,

The blustery wind your accompanying violin,

Whining through the trees a true Moonlight Sonata,

The branches its aptly tuned strings,

The wind its skillfully drawn bow.

But, my Lord, there was none such a pretty sound,

Heard even at the gates of heaven,

As the velvety requiem of thy vibrant vibrato,

Echoing into a silvery panorama of sound,

Mellifluousness at its finest.

And the words that slipped off thy reckless tongue,

Shaped by buttery lips to spontaneous sound,

Were words that brought me to my knees.

Her words taught me how to breathe again,

Lifted me out of the Hell I'd become so accustomed to,

Then slammed me back down twice as hard.

Crescendo to diminuendo.