Sonnet

My chaplet love, the stars are callin’, the air has died, the
Soul is fallin’. And froward scars,...

Dear Athena, my Grecian gaze, I dare to fly, the sky aflame.
For silken wings, to soar the soul, to...

My lyre love, I’m nearly mute, a vacant storm, a silent flute.
But depth the soul, a lambent veil,...

Hallelujah, the flame is born, the tears are live, the soul is
Mourned. And cryptic wave, the blood...

Hear the cymbals, feel the strings, touch the tenor, embrace
The dreams. My flight amore, the heart...

My heart ablaze, the cave of Zen, a fractured soul, an omic
Glen. And sophic love, the height of...

Tame the voices in my head, my
love,
let them seek shelter, in your unifying
absence...

I heard you in a vignette: an afflatus run wild. The lambent
Twilight grew wings, drifting upon...

Take a sickle to soul, my love; glean the core dry; for the
Harvest is ripe, mature for love....

only one real "thing" in all of this
it was all made up except the kiss
solely fabricated...

The shadow, a form, an idea. The vision’s murky. The light,
A fen. We trudge through marsh, praising...

A cello soft: my spark aflame: my restless heart: my deathless
Pang. For spear to love, our cupid...

The gift of love, to court the flame, the fen of life, the source
Of pain. And love aflare, the tint...

Must I unsay, the weal of soul, the whelm of heart, my spirit
Bold. For vox to flame, the spark of...

Here I rot on a rock of shame
convicted fourteen years past
on trumped up charges quite lame...

to have coddled in smiles and giggles
to know of insane anticipations and niggles
to be...

I thought of love, my tear amore, a fabric scar, a sagic sore.
Such abandon, the pulse of lust, a...