Alchemy--after William Shakespeare
May I propose to make a quilt with you,
Cut sadness from old wounds and scars untold?
Pray this lifeʼs garden bloom all lovely hues,
Before sharp frost sneaks in our beds so cold.
This stone ﬂoor boasts remnants of cast off clothes,
Cerulean skirt blood-soaked on the hem,
Black mourning suit tear-stained with old sad woes,
It seems a quilt from these canʼt be a gem.
I hear you can be very hard to please.
Dark nightmares I do not intend to breed.
Perchance for strange new brilliance I may tease,
And choose bright happy cloth but never plead.
I'll not hang tough nor tempt you more with pause.
Come here, slip 'neath this silken rainbow gauze.
November 17, 2010