Sonnets to E pt.2XIII
Traffic of life! It brings some cheer
be it own or strangers’ to salute our coat
can it be used wisely, keeping thee anear
or is it like a wave that makes the sane float
O the optimism and inspiration are opiates
the joy of opening own horizons we know and see
opening eyes of others, fascination, ecstasy!
The sign we wield to open gates
Outgrowing hurtings, we embrace
all that come to listen to our muses
they do! Rendering spark to our uses
that we marvel how they over-praise
potential of ours, which gave us duty
to elevate theirs, for the love of humanity.
How thou taught me the circle, and all!
Ever kept the flame of interest in motion.
I hope none will credit me for fruits that grow
O this tree blossoms from thy devotion
That what the she-soul taught and shown
through the plains and visions overflown
Dance as unforced as her purple gown
Lent me seemingly her silver crown
Is it not thou, beloved, my gentle seer
who foretellst me how to decide
to move through fields and banish fear
I only partake by holding thee at my side
firmly enough that when spectres arise
I draw the sword and torch to exorcise.
Caves and courses through times and places
I see thee smiling again with that presence
I never stop to marvel how solid it stays
I abandon havoc and all of doubt’s traces
Why? Because I know thee. Yes I know thee.
To know someone beyond assumption
of one’s own reflective introspection
rejects the selfishness and opens gate to meed
Stay with me for awhile in silence
‘tis no novelty to dwell in its nest
slightly away from my impertinence
to be is all it takes to claim this cheery rest
Thank you my love for this communion
And all the peace that streams from our reunion.
Is this the pilgrim’s journey under perilous path
The one that knows Lord’s prayer – faith and pain
To seek own true lover’s embrace as gain
How strange to renounce all not for God’s wrath
But for some prescience of love’s purity
That all is put aside lest love would be tamed
We knew not how restless it turns in fame’s aid
People seeking others’ lives, such insanity
Rather I’d be led elsewhere, far from focus
Yet to wield this sign somehow is just
Maybe thou said once well enough
to betray own soul – doom be brought
Here I state with utmost pride
Two-way force helped me to decide.
O my dearest, behold our anniversary
how respectful and wise was this blessing
freely playful in airy ease faeries could sing
a surprise wrapped in elegance as a story
A temple real on mountain top a sanctuary!
Bit abandoned with leaking walls
yet beautifully filled as love of ours
With all the stories of warrior pilgrims weary
in their strife for right as the call would please
once transformed by dove they fly with ease
O do we sanctify the virtue of metamorphosis
That we celebrate after years so far as they went?
Should love be called love after hundred years?
Indeed we prove by that wow eternity was meant.
& we’ve seen the purple door at witches’ grove
Triora! A place of three rivers made me remember
the wonder & peace in grace of not being stranger
O the stoney path and memories they’d approve
Even though taken down by the vile torture
city was not cursed yet churches were undesired
blessings of fine ladies stayed in old site stored
& to see friend I ached in heart for adventure
that I lead made me conscious of how the brightest
and finest of our kind make me only muse
how joy of love under spell is of silly use
Without thee I’d cowardly seek to avoid tempest
In arms of other bright & wise to repose seems decent
yet foreign touch tears the heart under Luna ‘s crescent.
Through the lands & countries time calls to pass
And I wait and wish for the rejuvenation of past
I thought myself dreamer for such impertinence
from time to time I confess escape was deliverance
Yet I see naught wrong now in seeking era old
for time turneth back, ‘tis the mystery of gold
And if I could stand and look at thee as I do now
How much would the joy expand is bound to vow
if it’d be kept, or dashed astray
only betrayal bears disarray
Otherwise we may rejoice & walk
through the gardens as we belong
to our golden fields folded in purple dearly
In absence of regrets I can see thee clearly.
I rejected offers of riches and beauty
and if I’d be slain with head held high
lest the clouds be drawn too nigh
Everything would flow as now, purity
To me, you see, I put away all this
not to please thee nor prove myself
- for trace of shame I’d lose my nerve
rather than climb to boldness & bliss
Human nature wast my call, heart & nobility
that we plunder not the weak nor blind
In abyss of disappointment I would find
Perception of my journey’s fare, no sanctity
If I couldn’t look in mirror into eyes of my own
Could I seek thine, afraid to even glance at thy gown?
How many were thy journeys by the water?
That shore was fitting for selkie’s countenance
& to bless the fruit unborne by sparkly grace
O thine presence, touch me under skin & farther
Indescribable! Single touch, of pure gentleness!
Can it be now as the lanterns melt in this river
To appease wanderers & profound every lover
be rendered in whirl of beauty & all tenderness
to heart and beyond, my spirit quivers heightened
the blossoms of spring and autumnal dance of leaves
Thou caressest all, in the middle thou dost stand
How comely and … nostalgically right it feels
Thou priestess, embracest nature & art loved in turn
unforcedfully life flows to thee, & I repose, in tune.
My final repose lieth in thy embrace
after all strife & longing & mountain-tops
As if all sage’s wisdom be erased
Like Petrarc tossed down priest’s robes
For sake of the one he loved
For love is more that priesthood
since ‘tis priest & priestess combined
& that is how he turned the tide
This beauty be remembered still
sincere heart could spawn no ill
& the elders would all nod and smile
Seekst thou truth, than gaze in front
Closest is the horizon to confront
Wizard’s rod can be lit for every mile.
On old bridge of wood torches in water art spawned
Ponte Vecchio meant old bridge too, brightly coloured
though, and if brick and wood account for the same
why bother giving same-born things a different name?
Truthful though that wooden stick
rarely wore the glory of a golden brick
Have we searched, beloved, for the things of worth
or wast it outcome of our strive for all the growth
People divide as if our love was a threat
That would rob the rich their daily bread
So what would be the cause for bridges
if one can violate them as he pleases
Plucking out differences would serve for naught
If it reminds me of that time it must be enough.
People change and sometime ‘tis to worse
O we ride the world and it changeth oddly
Some virtues lost, others increased boldly
On the wave of life have we set the correct course
Since it mayeth seem like a bitter curse
That in despair other qualities are unlocked
in waters shallow ships aspire to be docked
are we bound to differentiate how to choose
Amongst the apples plucked when growing ripe
and slandered with disgust after first taste
afterwards, again to regret forceful haste
What a restraint to lay off Piper’s deadly pipe
It would serve the counter, to make things clear
by attempts nourished from despair based on fear.