Sonnet CXXIX
Why didst thou play amid the ashen sky, And beckon thy raging fired anguish cease, Swirling amid as orange and blue deny, Thy cloak calming forsaken folly’s peace? As omens foretell of storm dying mist, That blankets not salvation hearts aflame, For life lived among cloudy-minded fist, Binds not these wounds nor heals not this […]
Sonnet CXXVIII
When such refinement thinks me of love’s might Tis as black silken ravens touch the dawn To believe in that which joy calls to light And summon glory as they gently fawn. Thus, speaking in simple truths that bind us Although such love tis of mystery made Giving credence to music glowing thus That light […]