Another attempt at the sonnet, using Spencerian rhyme scheme; written with thoughts of a hurting friend in mind.
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.
This is a beautiful artistry! You make it seem easy but I know it isnt.
Sadly, words sometimes dont ease pain when its of a deep nature. It’s like trying to feed someone who has no appetite. Words of comfort go right past them when the grief or dejection is profound.
I have to remove myself from pain when it is relentless and I find comfort in the company of those who are gentle and loving.
Thank you for being compassionate to your friend. I hope your effort has some impact….on another person this piece would be absolutely enchanting to recieve.