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 poems