Tue
Feb
10
Sonnet on a midnight clear, with hearts so hurt and mem’ries dear.
If ever there were such a catch
as broken light spanned on the water,
You would be the only match -
a beauty bride and princess daughter.
Everlong I’d wait for thee,
if all at once I’d have you there
beneath the filling cherry tree,
and in your hand your golden hair.
Upon the earth we’ll draw our fingers
slender hearts in slender hands -
imbibing songs of wedding singers -
ever growing, e’er to stand.
Until that day I’ll close my eyes
and dream into the passing skies.
