I start with a look to the north and know,
I look through walls and wind and see,
The deep blue line of light re-tie.
Its stretch of soft blue sinews sigh.
She starts with longing, dreams and want...
She can't allow these things!
She can't allow her bliss...but knows...
That We, concordant bond of crystals
That We, a tonal stitch through time
That We are intertwined...
The hovering question 'round all this,
Like a pollen-laden bee at flower
Is how to attain,
And remain...in Reception.

08/29/2011

Author's Note: A quick sonnet for the "Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought" simple sonnet challenge. Enjoy!

Posted on 08/29/2011
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