My Bed Was Not Always Strewn With Roses. A Sonnet, by Manatita
Bed of roses
My bed was not always strewn with roses,
Dancing in the Hearts of paramours and Lovers alike.
I am a sojourner, like others,
And my Path was once challenged,
By an abyss of loneliness and despair.
But now my HOPE sparkles, like a playmate,
And is calling me: “Come! Come!”
Today the Light of my Supernal Lover,
Beckons me to the Celestial Gate.
No more malware, trojans or viral caverns.
The inner hunger has pressed ‘delete.’
All my shadowy hackers are vanquished;
I have re-booted to the original excellence,
Of my perennial HOME.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, 24th October, 2015. © Copyrighted.
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