In honor of World Poetry Day, I’ve posted a sonnet. It’s the only sonnet I’ve ever tried to write. I normally despise writing in rhyme, but I gave it a shot.
I cannot sleep for you will haunt my dreams
And whisper words of aching in the night.
The pure light of your eyes and how they gleam
Will shatter the black until morning’s light.
Time has not pow’r to pierce this throe inside,
I know my soul will always long for yours.
And though the flame you feel not scars my pride,
I’ll fight for you ‘til the last of love’s wars.
Like a blinded fool I’ll charge on heart first,
And brace for the pain that I know must be.
It’s then I’ll fall from this love’s hurtful thirst,
And welcome the night that will embrace me.
So sleep I’ll find when at this journey’s end,
And this ache inside will finally mend.
© 2010 Jeffrey Alan McMorrough
