Some Sonnets by myself..

Mute, precise and swift as any arrow's flight"
To those who have not had the best of life
One evening silence came to visit, and to stay.
To a capricious lover

Mute, precise and swift as any arrow's flight
your voice a-singing hit me, yet it brought delight.
Your tune, premeditated like a swift attack
destroyed my bastion, and left me in the dark.

In this confusion that you've brought I made my way,
in a maze of ruins.. and never hoped to see the day.
and then I caught a string of notes, one sweet refrain..
I let myself be led by it - your voice again!

Soon I found myself back under open sky.
I walked the land for many years. A song, A sigh -
I followed through unfamiliar lands, and one familiar wood:
I came back to my starting-point, and there you stood.

-"Woman, Do explain! Is this some kind of prank?"
-"You've come to me, and to your - self. O, welcome back!"
She kissed my lips, and whispered: "He who walks the plain -
is less than he, come from the deep, walks it again."

To those who have not had the best of life
and still can dream of hailing, bowing sheaves
or sun and moon and stars that do beg leave
to pay them homage; Yet in petty strife -
their days do pass and full of woes unfold
and are not glorious, as those woes that cleave
the heart of man, making him greater, and weave -
his thread of fate in tears and darkest gold;
To those whose thread is gray and unassuming
within the fabric fate weaves for mankind
and yet their Joseph-dreams again resuming:
That one day they shall crest and rule the tide!
To them - Compassion in my heart was wrought! -
For what it's worth, since I am of their lot..

One evening silence came to visit, and to stay:
We spoke of memories, and one by one they dropped
into the well of solitude.. then silence stopped
and stooped to touch the last of memories away:
Two soft and flaming eyes that never joy demanded
but joy had brought as naturally as waters cool
and desert heat her anger.. reconciled - a pool -
to sink in, sweet to drink from her when love was mended..
"I'll take this too" said silence, "then shall we be friends.
Forget this love that still strikes music in this room!
Let silence be thy mistress, Silence be the loom -
upon which you shall weave repose this memory fends.."
Ah! Music my beloved loved, her clothes, her letters gay!
Sweet weapons I fought silence with! I fight her to this day!

To A capricious lover

Walk with me this dusty road awhile
Let sunset's screen make silhouettes of us both
and whistling desert wind sing of our lot,
That we have loved..Love, Walk with me awhile.

Our kisses, love, had many a backdrop seen
River, forest, waterfall and lake
Our love has left the world its golden wake..
One served as fool, the other - actor been:

Tears and Compassion - were they more than guile -
to keep you from the loneliness you fought?
And friendship, love, oh, did you not defile -
by stressing more than what your heart has taught?

Love.. walk with me this dusty road awhile
and than walk on, and I shall follow not.

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