What I Wanted, and What I Became. A Sonnet, Dedicated to Frank Atanacio For His Love of Poetry and Flash Fiction

I wanted to become a weaver of words,

But the Beloved made me an ant,

Slipping through His delicately woven tapestry of diction.

I wanted to have a way with speech,

But the eloquence of Rumi sealed my honeyed tongue;

Became a sweet-scented flower, to inebriate my Soul.

I wanted to become a Bard of Solace,

But Shakespeare whispered into my bouquet of lipped flowers.

I became a Lantern Carrier;

My Soul was pierced by the rays of the sun,

Burning my words with the Fire of Calligraphy.

I wanted to become a servant of His Majesty.

The Beloved entered the very portal of my Life’s breath,

And said: “Take me … for I am yours.”

-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted 19^th December, 2015.

~ Awakening The Inner Light ~