Midnight Sonnet

Mon, 04/20/2015 - 03:16 -- azsxw1

Dreams of midnight sonnets have passed away
How fair were notes which the lines once would ring
Lines rich with satin have since come to lay
crumbling below leaving to knew day.

Their holy words were whispering wind
until the breeze fell asunder this land
now their slight faint touch no longer can lend
Dreams of midnight sonnets have found their end.

Their shimmering voice a poem itself
like tides of Autumn falling to red leaves
The leaves take to the ground giving its wealth
As well as midnight sonnets to their health

Dreams of midnight sonnets have passed away
but hope for their return shall always stay.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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