Sonnet 31

Written by: Johnny Sumler

Compare me to that blue and morbid moon,
That misses day that joy shines light upon...
Although I glow at night, I loom to soon,
Casting a shadow unto sacred swan.

Thou shall remind me that thine air is grey,
Dire as doors like dust the soul escapes.
Thy sun to me is heaven's son and day,
And I the darkness...darkest fruit of grapes.

Behind me are the stars that lure a dream,
To thee to tell a tale while thou art sleep.
Then shall I rise as roses to redeem,
My world where wind has watched me wine and weep.

Thus beloved I shall be and thou shall know,
My mid-night hours and that I'm blessed to glow.