An Uplifting Sonnet
Mine ear hath heard the enchanting music,
Thy splendor sounds form a steady accord;
Tunes blend compliantly—therapeutic!
And this tune—it stabs me with a sharp sword
For through the singer, you must find talent
To find your fantasy before it dries
Squeal with joy—just like a new born infant!
That hath his gift of uplifting thine eyes
Now hear what sounds turns crowds anguish to cheer
Mine ears have heard thy voice—is it songbirds?
Are you awakened by the sounds of fear?
The desires I hath reaped enticed herds!
Yet ears grasp its want to release vast grace,
Draws attention to what they hear—embrace!
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2012
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