Sonnet to:
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)
