A Sonnet

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.