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Sonnet: In Her Prime
Doth, sylphidine, my poet walk the night.
Her nature, sybaritic; every wish
As spritely, and as sensuous a whim,
That, sibilant, depriveth of her sight;
The magic of her grace, her subtle flight.
Of flowery gifts, she writeth, she hath won;
Of sunsets, singeth she, luxuriant, warm;
And downy-cool, her mountaintops of white.
We shall, as loveth she, so never love;
Nor built we paradise, as hath she done.
Doth sleep our kingdom not upon the clouds,
Nor fortress, on such billows, dream above.
So vanquished she, as many, though but one;
She triumphed clear; yet had we only shrouds.
Intro: A Poetess…
I spoke once of her
Away, on a winter’s night
Not so long ago….
Long ago, I heard,
Chanced by some unlikely place,
Hauntingly, her voice.
Sonnet: Stardate – 50419.1…
My love has wings–slender, feathered things–
With grace in upswept curve and tapered tip,
My love would soar–swiftly to adore–
So twisting ever toward, and graceful skip.
So dances she–round and round to be–
Enrapt to bring us care, to bind us kept,
My love should know–you, my love, bestow–
Your Own, as did He dance and graceful stepped.
For now as wed… They–Our Love has said–
Would bear us swiftly hence as spectral ships;
So lovely They–So lighted, Their display–
That would illuminate our Earthly trips.
And lovely see–you and I–as We…
Take flight, as when I tasted first your lips.
- once more for Gene.
Intro: 1996
Only natural,
That I should try this modern
Canopian form.
Sonnet: His Nightingale Woman
My Love hath wings–slender, feathered things–
With grace in upswept curve and tapered tip.
My Love doth soar–swiftly to adore–
So twisting ever toward, and graceful skip.
So danceth She–round and round to thee–
Enrapt to bring us care, to bind us kept.
My Love doth know–thou, my love, bestow–
Thine Own, as did He dance and graceful stept.
For now as wed… They–Our Love hath said–
Would bear us hence anon as spectral ships;
So lovely They–so lighted, Their display–
T’would ere illuminate our Earthly trips.
And lovely, we–Love and I, and thee–
Take flight, as once I tasted first thy lips.
- For Gene Roddenberry:
And, to his memory;
Who, in all probability,
And, so very long ago,
Penned the first two lines.
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