Sonnet 01022012

One of the sonnets I wrote during a month of sonnet writing.

The shifting ceiling, from grey into blue

A world of emotions, darkness to light

Piercing from heaven, the sun breaking through

Bathing the land in shafts that dance so bright.

Illuminating that which hid away

Lost amidst the shadows, lost and afraid

Beckoned onwards, into the sun to play

Upon the playground which nature has made.

The time passes on and blue starts to dim

Fingers of flame stretching their rosy glow

Escaping from sight the sun goes to swim

A dusted drape cross the ceiling does grow.

Winking from above, the lesser lights gleam

And all those below are starting to dream.