What on Earth is it–
This tale of Earth and Sky–
A sonnet plus one?
Tag Archives: Rain
Sonnet II: Deprived of Thee
My Rain, why left me here, hast thou, alone
Without, luxuriant cool, thy tender kiss?
Of thee, I dream, confess of that I miss,
Deprived of thy caress. My Rain, mine own
Sweet Rain, hath left me only wind, and blown
Away. Thy lofty havens toss and list
Astray. Hast thou forgotten me in bliss?
And am I not thy dearest love alone?
Come back to me, my cool and softing Rain!
And cover up this never-ending blue!
Touch now my lips, my hair, and end this pain
Of missing you. I long to see thy true
Face shining through my lonely night again,
So prest against my yearning lips anew.
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Intro 2: Recalls this dread pirate?
Recalls this dread pirate quietly:
Whose joyous sharing touched some past regret;
Perhaps abundant, graciously, though sad.
Sonnet I: Thine Alone
My beauty-rain, O let me feel thy cooling
Warmth again–thine effervescent touch;
To sink within thy sweetest nature, pooling;
Feel thy sweetest yield surround me such:
First hint of tender touch and faerie fire
So doth mee now thy promised passion lend,
And fill mee with my single heart’s desire:
To dance the love thine elements portend.
For thee, my passion climbeth as none other,
Yearning songs, yet melancholy, slow;
When thou art near, my gentle, warming love,
Thou bringest lasting peace though must thou goe.
Could any foolish mortal claim the right
To boast thou dost caress, unknowingly, thy man tonight?
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Intro 1: Rain on the High Seas?
Rain on the high seas!
Who hath thus mee inspired?
(This here Pirate! Arrrrrrr!)
Sonnet II: To Ease thy Longing
The way of this elixir is its balm,
So gentle; that, with artistry, would’ see
My mind and heart, my very soul, becalm;
As well it would, my sweetest love, for thee.
So gently should it wash away thy pain,
This gift of purest flavour doth recall,
As though it, soothing as a favoured rain,
Shan’t make distraught thy soul, that it may fall.
Forget thou not, my love, this cruel Earth
Gave art to elements wherewith may heal
Thine heart; which beat with sadness, yet with worth
And daunt, as doth an angel’s heart reveal.
Though haunted, all the lonely, even we,
May wash away our longing a degree.
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Intro 2: That which Heals
If this elixir
is the balm that, so gentle
and quiet, wouldst calm
my mind and my heart
nay, even my very soul,
my sweet love, for thee.
So gently shalt it
ease thy pain, as though a rain,
so soft, hath fallen.
This, of pure flavour,
shall not offer thee regret
and shall give but none
to thine heart; so warm
yet daunting as an angel’s.
Forget not, my love,
this cruel earth also
playeth host to elements
which may heal even–
in right proportions–
the loneliness, and longing,
we two have suffered.
David Emeron: Sonnets 