New DawnWaterfall embers in a vibrant green
Are passed in waves of idle sand to lake;
With minty lips, a press upon my lean
Perspiring honey glass, a kiss I'd take.
To simple birds, my song without tune,
But to the world lifts heaven's angelwings;
When voice drifts out of place to light the moon,
My soul, on high, for louder angels sings!
To see you standing shorely, handle me.
Mis'ry has no place within my bed,
E'er should he meet a man by mockery,
There leaves a sorrow'd man; or one be dead.
I may just sit here waiting for my sweet,
But Ares' arrows fly my eye to meet.
Sonnet by weirdzarun
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Written on 2009-07-17 at 09:17
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