Sonnet of the Wish
To wish is like a vacuum in the core
of those who feel the Music incomplete;
without the Sea the sand knows not the shore.
Within, the warring ends in vain defeat.
The sword cannot be had without the Sheath,
as sharp as it may seem to all opposed.
In motion is the heart of One beneath
the leather of distrust that he composed.
And Poetry, once faithful, now derails
from empty tracks of iron, tried and kissed.
The Verse of hollow meter tries and fails
like chances never had and never missed.
The eager heat of men who love and lose?
(It rises in the silence of the Muse.)
Jfw
2018-10-12 02:16:17
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