Johnny Sumler Poet Sonnet

Sonnet 25

The firmament above this crooked crust
Came down below to view my work of art
Ether engaged sacred sunbeams to thrust
Upon her face, the beauty of thine heart
    Now it is that thy face, an Angel's mask
    Which brought the heavens to our earthly floor
    Her likeness questioned cherubim to ask
    Wherefore art thou lost Angel ye adore?
Like water did the skies return above
And I in awe assumed I aged in air
But missing were the paintings of my love
The only treasures of our brief affair

As with the sun, to art is light and life
And of this art, 'twas she, an Angel's wife!

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Elizabeth Wesley August 23, 2011 at 8:35 PM Johnny, you can't have writer's block, your verse is too beautiful and to me, it is wonderful to appreciate such flow, such meaning and such talent. My dear friend, keep a book and pen with you at all times, you never know when lightening will strike!