So a dear someone
Made me realise this truth,
So gave me comfort.
Monthly Archives: July 2014
Sonnet V: The Wraith who Played
Long thence I, of thy miracle, so learned:
This, seeming to perfection, thou didst play;
Such beauty rare, I heard of this, thy bow,
That thou, such Earthly-wrought, couldst make Divine.
Such beauty, then too beautiful, were spurned;
For seeming not of Earth, thy beauty lay;
So rarely this, some Earthly ear should know,
This Heaven-wrought Divinity of thine.
To hear these rise from Earth to skies I’ve yearned;
Thy notes of such beatitude convey;
That soar and lift mee ’round where next they goe;
And to the stars that make, to thee, their shrine.
To paradise returned, I beg thee stay;
This music overflow; thy soul, to mine.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Intro 5: Always, Shall I Be Indebted to G.R.
I think I may feel
a string of Canopian
sonnets coming on;
or not…
Sonnet IV: The Wraith who Danced
I close mine eyes–tight, to thee reprise–
Where vision’s current, swift; thy vision swept…
Away to take–fearing so to wake–
And quell thy current’s vision, tender slept:
For Love, I chance–came to thee, thy dance–
To beauty’s gracing thrill, my thrill to weep.
Thou leapt to fall–held me fast, thy thrall–
So lovely flight to last my thrilling sleep.
Too sweet thou shone–beguile unbeknown–
So dreamt I, never wake, thou wouldst mee tempt;
For sweet thou shine–gaspingly divine–
As moved me all to dream wherein I dreamt.
For, Love, I die… than–to vision’s eye–
Unlid thy current’s dream; my thrill, condemnt.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Intro 4: What Answer
What will she, my love,
But say, when once she answereth
These words of mine?
Sonnet III: Tears and Tears
At times, I cry… when remember I…
Such moments long ago, alone with thee,
When wouldst thou sing–weep, remembering–
Such times as when at first thou sang’st to mee.
And sweet thy song… delicate but strong…
That calmed such tears, as sweet thy notes would sing;
So quiet true–calming these anew–
Such tears as next to mee thy song might bring.
Thou knew’st not why… often would I cry…
Though lovingly wouldst soothe thou mee to sleep.
For when of thee–sadly did foresee–
Such lonely secrets once I sought to keep.
So cry to thee… fearing quietly…
That ripped I’d be, from thee away, and weep.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Intro 3: So Lost
I so remember
How I knew I would miss you
Before we were lost.
David Emeron: Sonnets 