Acrostic Sonnet

Acrostic Sonnet Bright morning star that, in the frosty dawn enfurled, Arrives like a fleeting herald of the sun, Return, I beg, to your nocturnal world. Return and let this silent hour run Yet a while. Leave her in my arms to pause Locked in this frozen twilit time. Overturn all the temporal laws. Vanquish therewith each clock and chime. Eternity spent by my love’s side Should seem like seconds racing on Keen seconds, that pass with a marching stride And leave me wondering where they’ve gone Till nothing have I within my power Except to hang upon this silent hour.