Sonnet of the Night
Ringing in the stars with harmonies of night
no greater sonnet ever was then that of
midnight hues of moody blues and acorn light
oh blessed breath forsake me not thereof
no splendor greater then this evening glow
has ever touched my brow or curved my smile
I long to stitch this memory with songs of flow
then wear it like a crown while I compile
a sonnet of great beauty by a sway
as worthy as the dusk that falls upon
a willow bark of deep cafe au lait
oh blessed breath enfold me til' the dawn
has blushed my reverie and seized my day
enwrapping with gauze and morning ray.
7/18/2019
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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