Sonnet 381

I contemplate upon these words that float
Into my conscience like bright clouds on high,
Wherein ethereal essence can promote
Grand images of splendor in my mind;
Ephemeral content which resides in part
Upon chromatic glasses mood may don
Or yet some passioned moment of the heart
That shines like errant rays from heaven down.
There shape unto new shape in auras form
That so suffuse these icons of the air
Which scintillate in joy of rapture born
And morph into new visions strange and rare.
In loops of ink I weave a tapestry
Of love and light which I now give to thee.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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