Sonnet 10

November 23, 2012 "The beauty of the poem matches the beauty of the muse." - Austin Fernandez (AKA Yours truly)

10 (11/23/12)

 

Eagle, take wing, the skies are yours to soar.

Your chains are broken; your freedom is yours.

When you’re high in the sky, recall once more

The courage that set straight your destined course.

All I wish now is to fly just as high

Across the world, across the seas, across

The universe, as long as I reach my

Goal to fly with you. The skies will not pause

And neither will I, for our course is to

A garden of light and eternal bliss.

This place’s luster is lost without you.

The flight alone, I would not want to miss.

But until our fateful courses cross ways,

I’ll soar in your skies ‘til the end of days.