Tambourine Sonnet

No sonnet to hold the magic of feeling, A trembling tenderness in my soul delights – A shadowing sonnet to reflect the lights, The beauty, the beauty, of ever believing. No sadness to spoil the depth of compassion, A freedom so simple, though love lives still – A flyaway sonnet to soar with the thrill, The release, the escape, of all love and all passion. No days and no years could cut its throat, A timeless emotion that cannot know never, That can never quite give enough. No cymbals for us with one splendid note – A tambourine sonnet for you, forever For the soft steady shake of this love. Copyright (c) Silverla StMichael 1998 (previously published under a prior pen name Sherry May Curnock)