So many layers
Can be placed in each other
How many can I?
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sonnet II: I Dare
May poetess I woo thy spirit hence?
For, surely am I starving of thy words;
Or in the lack this treading represents;
Mine inspiration drowning out by thirds.
I prithee hope thy veils might be taught
If capable a student, I might thence
Command or coax the layers thou hast wrought;
And offer up the same in my defence.
Should then I hope, with verse, or even song,
To woo thy spirit hence? For once I fought
Not shame, nor thine offence; wouldst think me wrong,
Though flesh nor soul, but wordly spirit sought?
Might then my song thy wordly spirit move?
If worthy I, thy lifelong student prove.
- To Lady Day
And to my Sweetheart
She deserveth as much
Poetry as doth she crave.
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Sonnet I: Empty
I wish, O poetess, had not thou gone,
‘Least in thy stead thy words so wish remained.
Where hast thou hence thy beauty borne away?
And whence hath run thy passion unconstrained?
For thee, in early morn I searched; the dawn
Had not yet broke, nor made the rain to slake;
But now, forever falling rain might stay,
And dawn, I fear, or joy, might never break.
To whence were hid thy words I goe anon,
Or thence wherein my heart thy words might tend.
So ever seek the light shall I of day;
Thy dawn to chase, this rain in hopes might end;
Await the dawn until return again
Thy words, and fondly beg thou wilt remain.
- To Lady Day,
With so fond regard
I scarce can say
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Intro 1: To Rhonda
Ever missed are friends
Whenever they have left us,
Emptiness remains.
If Spring, or Winter,
They, into our lives, have come;
Whether far away,
Very close at hand,
Or in person, never met,
We still will miss them.
So many have gone;
Some, so very long ago.
I wished their safety;
Drank to their success;
But keep, so very deeply,
My wish to see them.
Sonnet: Perhaps
There was a time when you and I were just
As now, but happy still. So long withdrawn
And faded with our will, the time has gone.
It’s passed us altogether now; the best
Of love and hate has gone, yet can be pressed
In pages past, as likeness penned or drawn.
If we begin a love again thereon
We might continue still, but would attest
A pain as well, which sadly we have known,
That delves within, and minds and hearts perceive
Inside our wiser selves. Perhaps, above
All else, it would be best to leave alone…
Perhaps it would be best for us to leave…
For us to leave alone our smiling love….
Intro: Here All Along
I looked down for this
And this I found, waiting here,
Ready for your tears.
Sonnet: Definite
Before me stood an apparition, still,
A spectre stood, I thought, before me; there,
Upon my garden trestle, stealthy came;
When first, I looked upon a pensive stare.
Regarding me, this silent wraith; her chill,
Unearthly gaze–or were it baneful gleam–
At first so menacing, then slyly tame,
Unfathomably deep, her eyes did seem.
Then spake she once, not whispering nor shrill
yet understood I not what hath she said.
Though close regarded what she would exclaim
My pounding heart were all I heard instead.
Yet now I will–when thrill to hear thy voice–
Rejoice–and shame–the lateness of my choice.
David Emeron: Sonnets 