Sonnet for an inarticulated devotion.

Nearly ending this first new month now gone

Days remaining few to ponder beauty

All my dreams still wrapped, left to gaze upon

as memories fickle guard tries to flee.

 

Inarticulate words left in lost space

Hidden out of sight like shadows long run

Heartache in this breast beating mourning pace

tears bereft and fallen catch the winter sun

 

Hold this flickering flame against the dark

Hope to see the light her features smiling

Until the morning brings the singing lark

my countenance is hid until it sings

 

My heart no longer beating to its wings

Her footsteps coming softly love begins