Twilight Greyce

Quickly must my tale be told
before my heart and skin grow cold
so hear my tale of love so bold
that it became all of my life.

She was beautiful with skin so fair
bright green eyes and fiery red hair
I fell to her presence when she was there
Heaven on earth in heels, to me.

For years men courted to gain her hand
the touch of her lips was in great demand
but those guys could have played with sand
for all the good it did them.

She’d have no one at her side
(as was known far and wide);
her time she’d simply decided to bide
until the right one came along.

Imagine the surprise throughout the town
whe she came to me during one sundown
and whispered softly “You are a clown
but you’re cute, and you make me laugh.”

And so to the prom together we went
as a matter of fact the whole evening was spent
in each other’s arms in my brother’s pup tent
camped out on a woody hillside.

She chose upon that midnight clear
to tell me of her greatest fear
a heart condition of which few hear
possessed by her, requiring pills.

If this news was meant to scare
it failed; my fear stayed in its lair
of such things I did not care
so long as we never parted.

Time passed as it is wont to do
and my love for this girl grew
until I bought a ring of carat two
intent on making her my wife.

To a house we’d have alone we drove
That weekend to her I would prpose
But in the machinery a wrench always goes
her pills were accidentally left behind.

Friday night went so well
of forecoming disaster I couldn’t tell
I was lost in her taste and smell
and was still so the next day.

We listened to Yanni’s “In the Morning Light”
as we danced that Saturday night
I dropped to one knee and told her “My life
is empty without you.  Be mine.”

Tears arose in her emerald eyes
her hands fell to her thighs
I guess I’d taken her by surprise
all she could do was blink.

Then the doubts rose in me so
I was sure that I’d be told no
my anxiety was useless, though:
she finally smiled and said “yes.”

The joy I felt knew no bound
I stood up and jumped around
It was a while before I calmed down
and even then I was still giddy.

Yanni’s fingers weaved a tune
as we held each other and soon
we were dancing again, all through the room
our feet carried us everywhere.

Her soft breath caressed my cheek
another woman I’d never seek
I was happy, for what I cared the meek
could have the earth.  I had my love.

I hate to see the irony
of when her arms grew tight on me
for a few seconds; she said a sigh only
during “Until The Last Moment.”

So stuck in my own mind was I
that minutes passed before I wondered why
her breath didn’t caress underneath my eye
By then it was too late.

She was already chilling to the touch
The very woman I’d loved so much
whose corpse was now using me as a crutch
to remain standing, and dancing, was gone.

Sorrow filled my soul and mind
for her heart had run out of time
and if hers had, then so should mine,
I thought, as I pulled out my Swiss.

I pulled out the blade of the pocketknife
two slashes to the left wrist and then to the right
to help me go gently into that good night,
Sorry, Dylan.  You wouldn’t understand.

We remained standing for minutes more
then I grew weak and we hit the floor
in each other’s arms forever more
and Yanni played on.

Now as I grow dizzy and the room spins,
with a whimper is how my world ends,
please Lord, forgive me for my sins
here I come to be with my love.

November 9, 1995
©PCB 1999