Day One of the 2015 A to Z Challenge
An pair of sonnets, in Alfred Dorn & Arabic form:
morning —
Every time that light climbs up, to lie,
Drifting o’er the rosy horizon,
Peeping through the window of my room
A stir, feeling around there, to here, I sighed
at the pillow, not to arise then
Rather to dive deep into the bloom
lapsing lucidly between dreams, sweet,
where not alone, I am, in these sheets.
Taking flight throughout all space sans time
Mounted so oft upon elephant
Through universes far, near and wide
Created, merkabah, propellant
Gliding along ways seeking her side,
Opened eyes, materialise, in essence
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abstract —
Above all causes of expression
Beyond the most distant dimension
Staring into dawn of ascension
Tearing down opposite dissension
Realising the forest from leaves
Amid high mountains twisting the breeze
Collapsing energetic waves freeze
Time, as it collapses and he sees
Illusions set forth from within deep
Octaves of perception, whence they creep
Not aware of stillness, lost to sleep,
Into reality seeking light
Spreading darkness, to their own delight
Trying to extinguish one so bright
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