~~~ Nordic Yore ~~~
~ Nordic Yore ~
An English Sonnet
Over the quiet planes of liegeless winds,
Whereth spirits be meld by hallowed vine;
Art resolved echoed pains o' nameless sins,
Amidst witless sorrows of father time.
Feint calico jewels 'cross ivory hill'ck,
Disappear thro' veils of a middling May;
Mighty oaks overruled by sunset silk,
Gloaming shimmers bamboozle nature's fray.
Today be the 'morrow of yesterday,
Beseeched by love in all the wrong places;
Serendipitous minds and hearts replay,
Hope flickers with incandescent traces.
So eyne stealeth beauty yet still remain,
Loyal summers, 'mongst royal blue domain.