distill'd

 

“But flowers distill’d, though they with winter meet,

Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.”

~ William Shakespeare (Sonnet 5)

 

 

 

my Love, while pent in dark and hollowed halls

away and far beyond our blended verse~

where sullen glares demand a silenced quill

instead of beauty, scrawling speech so terse;

an essence lost is not an option, Love

of yours nor mine, unspoken words assure

a comfort find and garner strength in troves,

for none removes our vested dreams of more.

essential truths within our hearts incite,

inspiring whispers, casting doubt aside.

a purer sweetness wafts and reaches you,

for tested love surpasses love untried.

          a silence lingers over pages shorn

          but none touches words of quintessence borne

Written for

The Pagemaster's Challenge #11
Inspired by William Shakespeare's Sonnet 5


© 2009 SilentDream (All rights reserved) 1/17/09

Reviews

[Michael X]

this is absolutely beautiful, your words flow off of the page in a sincerely dreamy, effective passion,
I was swept away by the device of cause used to bring your words to life, brilliant!

[angelina neves]

really lovely!

[J.P. Bristow]

this is beautiful--what a wonderful entry for the challenge!! my favorite line-"where sullen glares demand a silenced quill"..great cadence and subject.