Shakespearean Sonnet I: Twilight Desire
The eyes of night cannot compare to yours
my stormy Deva, passions’ cause to swoon
in heavens’ mounds beyond dreams’ airy shores
with lips of rose to rival blooming moon.
A Sylph of wind, the twilight in my eyes
is sparked by crystal fire and ebon locks
that whip a tempest ‘round my heart in sighs
and scents desire with hope in midnight phlox.
But dreams come to an end with rising dawn
as love wanes dreary, lead becomes my limbs
in wheeled reclining chair I’m just a pawn
and fate taunts recall as your beauty dims.
With greying tresses that caress me now
you brush a gentle kiss upon my brow.
© J C Edwards
Shakespearean Sonnet
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