Furnace

My mystic love, the soul’s aflame, adrift the stars, afloat the
Waves. And cave to heart, the volt of love, the drug of flare,
My mystic dove. And tears of gold, the soul of prose, the
Breadth of Christ, my price-less rose. And star to dust, my heart
And kiln, the air of fey, my flame and seal. For light to
Earth, the verse of wave, the storm of flight, the gift of pang.
And gem to stone, my tear and soul, the pulse of God, my
Flaming cold.
My mystic love, the soul’s aflame, adrift the stars, aloft the
Waves. And name to sea, the glee of ache, the pace of verse,
The birth of fate. And torch ablaze, my cryptic heart, enlove
With flame, the pang of spark. And curse to light, the night of
Stars, adrift the wings, and clouds afar. And gem to stone,
My tear and soul, the pulse of God, my flaming cold.   Â

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Comments
Dear Glenn,
Exceptionally good sonnet, I love it, My applause, My vote
Regards & Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
I thank you, Williamsji.