Unnumbered, such remembrances of times,
I gave myself to petrify my heart;
Endeavouring this way; professing love.
Tag Archives: Romantic
Sonnet: Lucky
How can it be that three such friends are blest
With symmetry sublime, doth fit with grace?
What joy, when maketh bonds, that do they see
Such lives so delicately interlace?
So beautifully sinful are they pressed
As each to one another, as they dance;
Yet faithful, and sublime felicity,
Doth somehow over all and each advance.
When first I saw them, to myself, professed
That they, with all my strength, would I protect;
And swore, to this, an oath of secrecy
An any, give me aid, must needs respect;
And thank Whate’er professéd deity
Who brought to light these blesséd, lucky, three.
Intro: If Whimsy doth Take Me
Whatever would the strictest consequence?
Whenever whimsy doth mee, for to take;
Where never doth reality abide.
Sonnet: And to My Sweetheart
When once I, joyous, dreamt mye day with thee,
Inside thy window, slept, as waned our day
Without; by a veranda on the sea
To air and heart, as opened sweet, this night.
As such, it waxeth cool; its peace, and poise,
And stopt in time, so perfect, did it stay
To let, as any young man’s dream enjoys’,
The wind, so gentle wafteth, in its flight;
And moonlight, as she shone in gentle state;
And stars so faint they, light years, gleam away,
Blow quiet, once so borne, and dream create.
And gently, as I sleep and dream, alight
They take–as by thee touched, so faraway,
As wouldst, caressed by mee, thou make delight.
Intro: To Björn; Here, Find Minima and Maxima
as i slept
just inside
by a veranda
open to the sea
on a cool night
just right
to let
the wind
and moonlight
and the stars
blow quietly
past me
caressing
as i slept
Sonnet: Safe
Is it starlight–doth shimmer down from sky,
Bereft of cloud, that doth pretend such grace?
And is it moonlight, floating down, as show
She doth, configuration’s subtle face–
As though, to cover all, she doth thereby
Intrude, and douse these tiny candles–cool,
As her reflection, ripples undergo,
With counter-sparkle in a quiet pool?
Is it lamplight–that doth she overfly
From out a window, for its calm, perform?
Or is it firelight, setting us aglow,
For which she doth abound, surrounding warm?
Her hand, doth she, Romantic, try her charm
Protecting us from storm, and so from harm.
Intro: Everything But Rain
Starlight–pretending grace;
Moonlight–intruding cool:
Configuration’s subtle face
Reflecting in a quiet pool.
Lamplight–embracing calm;
Firelight–surrounding warm:
Romanticism’s gentle hand
Protecting us from harm.
David Emeron: Sonnets 