Edge of Night
On this last railroad journey, all’s ablaze
new stars pulse over veins of feathered trees,
and melt in their faint blinks of night's decrees
they flicker through me white solace and haze.
Quite often, I have scanned the moonlight’s trail
as winds can pierce into my heart and know
my need for strength will always thrive, and row
until end’s trip, when grinds of wheel travail.
Much like this ride, I'll walk the endless course
as seen among wayfarers’ eyes dark gold
where swallows reel above to reinforce
the edge of night, far fair, I do behold.
For hope is always wishful, always strong
and, only then shall my dreams rush, headlong.
Soap Opera Titles Contest: Janis Thompson
10/25/2018
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Spenserian Sonnet ~ 'abab bcbc cdcd ee.'
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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