The Statue and the Child

"Forgive me for my inability to voice the words that well up in my heart, and if they overflow, I beg you to consider them to be morsels of the enchanted drug that has thus, made me lose reason. As sure as I stand before you this night, that this immutable darkness shall never let the warmth of my words touch your steadfast pulse, that the impending dawn, will in time, shrivel to a faint glow that shall ever envelop you in this radiant halo of beauty that pervades my senses every breathing moment, I know that these flames will always haunt my heart if I don't give vent to their dancing purity, nor would they pardon this tongue which, guilty of treason, shall never speak again. Betrayed, should I consider myself, if today I am unable to tell you that I love you, that if you could bleed, I'd pour this life of mine out through a papercut so the world would never need you to bleed, that if you could cry, I'd weep a million seas to dissuade the heavens from ever thirsting for your tears, that the day stands as just another bright light that casts its shadow upon me every moment that I'm not with you. I am not strong but I'd fight the dauntless storms if they dared to keep me from you. I'm not gifted but I'd string a necklace of words that should, forever hang on your neck, if you'd but wear it. Bereft of you, I am but a helpless child who has forgotten the sound of music or the meaning of tears. If I am to wither, this incroyable envy I hold within myself shall linger still, for I envy the stars that gaze down upon you, the breeze that embraces your frailty and the rose that finds tears cheap enough to shed at the first sight of dawn. I own naught' but dreams, dreams that I'd spread before your feet if you'd but promise to tread softly. I am but a moment of time, a quiver of silence that you never knew could speak until it droops...withers...and dies..."



The statue looked on at the quiet, weeping child before her, a lachrymose figure reflected in her own sodden, stone eyes and in that throbbing moment of poetry, she knew that she could never break his little heart...