As Low Midnight Sounds Into Sad Soul Seep

As Low Midnight Sounds Into Sad Soul Seep When aching heart pleads deep for break of day As low midnight sounds into sad soul seep Lonesome the solitude that has its way When stabbing sorrows deny peaceful sleep. Wind outside blows in, gusts of prancing pain A cold that births chills of darkened dread Echoes of her kiss, memories remain As dead dreams float above her empty bed. Great hard blows hit with chiming of the clock As visions parade before teary eyes Head pounds like a sledge hammer breaking rock When recalling her vows and well spun lies. Wind outside blows in, gusts of prancing pain. Echoes of her kiss, memories remain. Robert J. Lindley, 9-16-2019 Sonnet, "Dark" ( When Dark Of Night Delivers Those Lost Love Blows ) Note, Recollections of youthful loss and nights of sorrowing pains, wild youth costs, lost loves and echoes that yet visit on dark nights when shadows come out to play..