Sonnet From Your Hairpin

The pen I write with one day you gave me The words I use would not perhaps have come Had you not given me your misty sea That flooded my rooms with splashes handsome The time I come across every morning The birds from hills and woods inviting me Are whispers I have saved from your hairpin Making me look at you in reddened glee True you are no more in my hands and lips And I get you when my breath is lonely When sea is calm and in rest are tulips In the purple whispers of time only The river though has got robbed of its game The restless neurones still now dance like flame ______________________________________________ 15/9/2016