Gray sparks within my chest, beside my heart|
A moment to recall the northern lights—
That once we gazed along the Cardiff shore,
O let me hear your voice recites my prose
‘Cause silence has the deafening effect—
Deep unto my abode…the attic cried
For solitary shadow of an ode—
That cannot be revive by single eve.
And yet I stare the nearest moon afar—
A blinking smile of you that soothed me still,
Beyond the sphere of nothingness (you’re there)
To lift my ground, to reunite with sparks—
Of empathies upon this muted room.
I feel you…though your wind has laid to rest.
(Blank Verse Sonnet)
(c) 2019 Veronica Gray
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