-Shall I compare thee to a summer's day,

and yet peruse thy dischords where I may?

-Thou art more lovely and more temperate

Now then e'er before. How, Luv, doth thy sweet caress so twist me?

-Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may

And dare I say I'm shaken with it's force,

-and summer's lease hath all too short a date

To prick the pretty colours of these fates.  



-Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines

Upon his fair visage, the sweetness trickled thin,

-and often is his gold complexion dimmed

From brilliance, henceforth into shadow, into sin.

-And every fair from fair sometime declines

of course, and yet it seems his lofty charm's unscathed

-by chance, or natures changing course, untrimmed.



A Fire's rage, it's sweetscorch burning's ever deliquescent 

-But thy eternal summer shall not fade

While the eyes of knowing ladies sing their songs, 

-nor lose possesion of that fair thou ow'st

That thou hast held of him, unassuming in his beguiling ways.

-Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade

for death can't e'er touch what truth belies such gentle touch

-when in eternal lines to time thou grow'st

that boyish spark to save his skin beneath precautionary thorns.





  -So long as men can breathe or eyes can see

  (And there with you indeed these things do fail)  

  -So long lives this, and this gives life to thee

  (The sweet monotony, death, conclusion to an almost-perfect tale.) 

  

10/27/2003

Author's Note: This is a dance with Shakespeare's Sonnet 18, I believe. His lines are in order and indicated by the hyphens, mine are in between.This is meant to be read all together. There are little things riddled in this one that not everyone will understand, but that's the way most my poems work anyways :). P.S. to whom it may concern, "...sweet monotony, death..." just refer's to the way the cycle just continues to re-occur.

Posted on 10/28/2003
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