M Gilbert

Songs to Shari: a Collection of Fifty-two Sonnets M Gilbert

How often do I see the morning sun In flaming robes ride forth dispelling night And muse how thoughts of you with purer light Suffuse dark gloom that my despair has spun; How tensions, pettiness, cares, doubts, and all A day's discomfiture with wracking spell Swift vanish to oblivion, as well As each distraction that does me befall; But witness how each eve our suns descend And disappear while thoughts of you upon My mind remain in myriad forms where-on Old memories and new dreams ever tend; So let fates deal their worst, I'll see them through And ne'er exchange those fates, they brought me you.