Sonnet

Sonnet..

T 'was upon a nocturne ..darkest heavens velvet caress upon the moonlight ..a stillness sweetened within mists of memory doth I recall a Raven didst perch upon my shoulder ...whispering softest into mine own ear ...he didst quest of me thrice ....

'Pray telleth unto me kind poet how doth one wax lyrical upon the heart of others if thine own heart doth beat not .'

In my reply ..why tis to muse and even console those whom hath dreams naught of their own ..for in mine own heart hath I borne witness 'O many a sorrowful tear shed ...whence can i illuminate thence their hopes with simplest word ....

The Raven didst reflect kindest upon these words ..thence didst he quest the second ..Pray telleth unto me muse of many a dream spaketh what of thine own happiness...doth thou deserve not to knowest that completion of thine own longings.

My reply t'was thus ...for it doth matter naught of mine own happiness if thence my verse forge as iron belief in one another...that tis my happiness and mine own completion. No greater desire hath I than to glance upon lovers lost within one another ...

The raven gazed deepest into mine own soul and thence didst I witness his final quest upon me ....Pray telleth unto me one for whom sweetest narrative doth embrace all who may recite thy hand's compose ....'What of love...wherefore is thine own....

Wiping a solitary crystal like tear from mine eye ..didst I answer ...Sweet raven ..knowest thee now ..my love is that for all man and woman ..that they shall knowest sweetest congress and thereto hold dearest unto their hearts the love that hath I lost ...for now my still beating heart doth wax many a sonnet for lovers to take unto their own self and my rest eternal shall cometh ...

The Raven was content and didst smile at me and say ..Thou art temporate in thy verses ..thy magings doth carve deepest emotion upon hearts of even Oaken wake.....and with those words ushered didst he fly upon the heavens once more ....

Raven 💜 2016 Sonnet