Sunday, December 11, 2011

sonnet nineteen

the carving, inciting, spiraling
intensity of an unparalleled
light bound lastly
to the road where you left me

gaining its own freedom
from your changeless desire
and your insistent, relentless fire
aching to draw colors from

unknown memories, and here i am
seeking you find silent
harbors in my eyes, fastening

our dreams to our stern faith
until all darkness and doubt dissolves
in shadows disappearing, disintegrating.

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