Sonnet IV

And soft is the light that fading warms us

in twilight’s glow as gentle night enfolds;

the storm now passed has offered solace thus,

and in its wake are moments we still hold.

In whispered verse we free the aching soul,

allow the spirit on the breath to fly,

and loose the heart from its now tragic role

to seek adventure in wilder skies.

But for the night no dawn would we espy,

or hold as such a gift those precious rays

that burn away our deepest pain with light

and grant us hope of love and renewed faith.

In fading light, take comfort in the dark,

for morning soon will see life again spark.

 

 

Another attempt at the sonnet, using Spencerian rhyme scheme; written with thoughts of a hurting friend in mind.