Friday, July 18, 2014
Sonnet to: The Dead Night!
The Dead Night!
Night, deeper than the sea’s floor, unsubdued,
Demonic voices of Tartarus’ strong
Where imp on imp follow man in throngs
In such custody. Yet how to elude
The furor and the rushes that exclude
The downtrodden and voices, such belong?
For many I find just silence or song?
Yet their angels whisper in solitudes.
I now sit far from them. Quick as the flow’r
Waiting in a desert to be released
One must search for escape without cease;
Carving, if only for a short hour.
The dead night will end, in a realm of peace.
No: 4470 (7-16-2014)