Sonnet 485

I hear him ride behind me in the dark,
The hoof beats gaining, gaining ever fast;
His black horse silhouettes at lightning’s spark
And on it’s back, the rider, shadow cast.
His form has dogged my journey since I left
And oft I see his shadow in the trees,
Sometimes so close it seems I feel his breath,
Which chills me as some frigid fetid breeze.
Undaunted still I push yet ever on,
My steed’s slick sweat reflecting bright the moon,
Reminding me his strength is nearly gone
And soon that mighty back will sway and swoon;
Then I to brave at last that fearsome knave,
Where none have yet survived his crooked blade.

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Sonnet 484

 

That joy of hearts, a rainbow in the sky
And of sweet minds all wonders there to see;
That visage which no dark or bright could try,
A lasting light to mock eternity.
These thoughts of love a splendored saccharine thing
That strides in beauty, though obscured by night—
A being graced with all that angels bring
Where hands fair strive to grasp truths out of sight.
More simply said, your gaze does make me smile,
And my heart quickens when I hear your name,
Your shapely form can artfully beguile
And in repose, all pious loins inflame.
Though golden voices sing of love sublime:
There you, there me, a loaf, a jug of wine.

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Sonnet 483

While gods have gifted me propinquity
I navigate your waters free of fare,
And of your essence which I dream and breathe,
That heart I worship seems the less to care;
I am disbarred by social straits quite clear,
My paltry raft few white-capped waves could vie,
Yet hopes fair sails unfurl to bring me near
That I might crest some vista of your eye.
Yet how to charter here the course of love
When all before us lies grand seas unplumbed?
Your gaze upon horizons ever rove
As searching for some mighty ship to come;
And here I toss upon a cockleshell,
To rise and fall, believing love might swell.

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Sonnet 482

Let me compose sonatas in your mind
With strings of ink I now will strum and play
That here in verse sweet melodies you’ll find
And in soft subtle notes your heart may sway;
Bright timbre true shall resonate your soul,
Proud intonation raising spirits high
Abating slight in skillful leggiero
Then in bravura, scaling to the sky.
In cursive swirls your eyes shall dance delight
As in refrain you read the lines again,
Saccadic wonders tremulate the sight
As you attend each rising rousing strain.
Then at the volta precious tears may fall
And at sforzando you give up your all.

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