River Sonnet

Summer time escaped the warmth,
On flowers where the sun gave birth.
The river like a warming spring,
Swept the tides like a song to sing,

And slowly as the snow it melts,
My bleeding heart its beat to quell.
The love of life, the dark of night,
The virgins laced in black and white.

Where a hundred doors were opened once,
If not of beauty there in hence.
Bring me the daffodils like kisses,

In the morn,

Roses red surmises like lightning in a storm.
And fragrance washed in blood and sweat,
Lost in time that teared and wept,
A mask of shadows they have kept,

As the mighty kissed the other cheek.
And love and passion kept to keep.