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.