Heaven Is Wide...a sonnet

My love is dark, and silent as a stone
His shadow black, and cast out plain to see
The darkness is in it, and not in he.
Would that he would not go his way alone,
That he would open up and let me in,
To penetrate beneath that cold steel skin,
To cast out inner demons and be gone.

This dream, this fantasy, a silly whim,
For I could never hope to have his love.
As Pegasus is fixed in stars above,
Their light is nearer now to me than him.
The truth shines clear beneath my lucid skin:
A cold world spans the length between us two,
His lofty height; there's nothing I can do.

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Serena