I wonder, myself whom I venerate
the voice of my heart if loud fair enough!
the hive of my life I strive to relate
aspire to unleash my wonders, seems tough.
To craft a soul of light, creed of the core
the quest for mines of gems never shall end
the harsh thrusts I've learned not to deplore
for every stance there shall be a firm stand.
Pearly prints along your path, your voice carve
sound sounds are seized and unforgettable
medallions feeding souls to never starve
the bliss is a blessing increasable.
Sowing abiding beauty has no price
Unforgettable seeds reaped by the wise.
June 27th, 2018
Categories:
increasable, beauty, creation, growth, humanity,
Form: Sonnet