a study toward sonnet #151 by FisherKingKQJ
in G flat
I've always thought portraits obituary
And dismissed the thought of you on canvas,
I've been cool and summarily wary
Of buffing you dainty or brushing you crass.
I prefer mutual slumber to carcase,
We're more nymphs of cicada or mayfly-
To your words I'm strongly disposed to bias,
I work round dry skin of rumour or lie.
Two husks on a trunk in autumn now dry,
We're snuggled under the duvet, we're curled
From artists whose shortcomings can pass us by,
Let's blink blind the wicked, bad, evil world.
My love, in our dream we dream but a feast
And in our life we love what we fear least.
{3D interactive chorus in A flat:}
My love, in our dream we dream a feast.
My love, in our dream we dream a banquet.
My love, in our dream we dream a repast.