Monday, February 13, 2012

sonnet fifty four

a glint of life aspire
the wandering, sustaining
faith in your hands,
a spark of light taint

the silent night where
we cast our dreams
over and over
without dread or death

a flicker of fire
crowding the distant,
emerging sunset

taking all these to the
end i have anchored
myself to, an end with you.

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