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The light removed foretells the winter’s cold,
leaving barren, bitter the soul that weeps;
and black is night when o’er me it takes hold,
with naught but my mem’ries and dreams to keep.
There’s only now the fading light of love
now dying slowly like the summer flame,
to give me hope that my treasured white dove
will find her peace and remember warm days.
But waiting, waiting ever shall I be
for light’s return and summer’s golden rays,
looking for hope in the coming of spring,
and the cleansing of sins in April rains.
For now the grey of winter grips the land,
and I watch helpless as love slips my hand.
The Muse weighs heavy on me tonight.
If I am to be what I cannot be,
and only play the role that I am asked,
then I would rather that I be not seen,
and allow this moment instead to pass.
But in the stars in the jeweled heavens,
and in the sun and moon that never meet,
I have found company in my treason,
and silent vigil o’er my heart they keep.
Though would I not rather embrace the moon!
And there in her light whilst defying Fate,
as when an August evening wove its rune,
I’d kindle passion and its yearnings sate;
But I am to be nothing more than this –
a sun in shadow, who longs for your kiss.
My first attempt at a Shakespearean/Elizabethan style (or any style) sonnet. Just thought I’d explore some traditional forms of poetry a little.