Untitled (Sonnet)

A sound so soft that stillness disturbs that fragile form
Deceitful vagrant creeping through the night air
Born to mold like clay and thought transform
To creep up like thunder from a coming storm

Yet a sound so subtle can be a tempest made
Lest you bend your knee on rain soaked earth
Withstand the gale and with no word be swayed
Reach deep in the soils to water your rebirth

I once basked in the radiance that you keep in the shade
Still feeling the warmth from when I bathed in your light
At your altar is where my heart was laid
There let it remain when day turns to night

Remember me that way, having seen what others may not
In our short time of love that will not be forgot