Embers of Night(A Shakespearean Sonnet)
Tender Dearest of the firefly nighttime
Please go to the dying embers of night.
No wanting nor wanning of the moon's sigh
Will make me move towards these dying love's light.
Those Places and People whose countless sounds
whirled through our harmonious silent time
Time whisked us to a place where softless grounds
moved through our feet like our love's designs.
Time told us both to hold on to a gem
Which melted into our hearts, heatless cries
It rose and fell like a boat on the Thames
Then Time called to us and said with fine wine
"That gem is your forgotten love combined,
That will stand through your age and also Time."