Sonnet #1
You leap into the corners of my mind
When I'm surrounded by milky moonlight.
The days, the grains, disappear from my sight
Falling, swept away by the autumn wind.
Sirens sing that saddest song which does bind
and the abyss of my warmth they plight.
So extremes bring relief ever so slight
And Passion whether wrong or right defined.
The Lighthouse sings and I step to its stride
stepping into the Forgotten ether
the embers still glowing falls down like snow.
One to ache, one to soar, or two have died,
Ground her, to someone who is beneath her.
Now, in the now, will meet the better beau.