Sunday, March 23, 2008

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