Sonnet I

Without a dream, where life’s mundane routines

Enshroud the eyes with plain and dulling sight,

I live within, immersed in mystic scenes

That consecrate my love in goodly light:

When angels sing in massive choir, yea

With voices borne upon a honey flow,

My darling’s silence stands alone, away

From others’ sounds �" that when she speaks, the low

And Highest Kingdom rises further still

To realms untouched, beyond the reach of word.

And I, a saint of Dis, with words fulfill

A pact to match this world with rhymes unheard;

And yet my love inspires more than this

To raise me, rouse me from my hell to Bliss.

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[emipoemi]

I have no words.....my voice is in my awe! Utter perfection! Well done!