Sonnet 326

What feature is there upon her face

Pulling my soul out into the night ?

The essence of dreams, set in plain sight

To lay where I lie, drifting in space

Seeking through darkness, shadows of grace

Leading me onward, fueling my light,

Settling course when drifting too right.

Spiralling in to reach her embrace.

Nestled in familiarity

What shall it be, singularity

Time shattered, then infinite lasting?

Or merely a fancy in passing

That forever keeps me fasting ?

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Whithering Fair

Whithering in her stare

Though it isn’t even there

Whether in her gaze or far

My brain turns loose, unjarred

Caught within her grace

My heart in outer space

Beyond feelings unexplained

In glances made in vain

This yearning hollow bowl

With her to fill my soul

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Occurring in Orbitals

passing galaxies

relatively distant, yet

utterly mingled

in new foreign homes

outside casings of cocoons

seeking expression

imaginary

vortices spiralling down

dually reflecting

feelings of hurt, rent

as scraps, burned beneath feet

gliding over hertz

enlightened in joy

wicked away by awakening

thieves’ weary whispering

lowering the ego

casting shadow upon acts

faultless in virtue

constructed courses

interfering together

to create new growth

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