When She Speaks
Alas what joy she speaks without a word
Her gift to me I feel with deep resound
So sure and true her dagger and her sword
Plunge through my heart and for my soul are bound
Now tears of sorrow well without a wound
And yet I cannot dam them as they fall
She plays to me the words in perfect tune
A thousand tragic tales I feel them all
This day speak not to me of glee and yet
I love these sad raw echoes through my bones
Loves lost and found and yearning I beget
Embrace my soul, forlorn resonant tones
Your beauty is a thing beyond compare
When bow doth stroke your strings and paint the air.
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Written October 31, 2017
Submitted for Best Sonnet Oct-Dec 2017 Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Copyright © Judith S | Year Posted 2017
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