Sonnet 28, The Melody Lingers On

The melody of the song that lingers on
To faraway places that were born once,
When the time and the places gave us bunce
For each day is like contest or argon;
There is magnetic force from the tones drawn
That can linger on for days and for months,
Both of which are in harmony and uns
In what is to come and what has forgone.

If a tune's sweet and tender to new ways
It can bring recollections that were lost,
And it may shed a new light to the past;
There are moments in the forthcoming days
That become like the sand corns or the dust,
If we do not let their memories last.

Sonnet 27, The Inland Woods

The inland woods where men sometimes dwell
To be the first to see the hanging leaves fall,
For it's his season and therefore his call
To know what inner force to him compel;
For all he knows is in his initial well
And from its beginning must pully-haul,
Be in perspective there above it all
For later on - clear thoughts fade and dispel.

Quickly before sweet hours are all away,
Night descends over beauty like a woe
And all of the earth songs becomes lost again;
Side by side the minutes will betray
For the breeze in the woods must drift and blow,
Let us pray for life that's living - amen.

Sonnet 26, The Ebbing Wave

The ebbing wave of man's love's like a well
Or marvel of feelings that inside him grows,
It's like wind outside the window which blows
What lies inside a heart you can't foretell;
For love is a way unbound or in spell
Touches and moods and in eyes then glows,
Never complete of what one surely knows
Ebb and the flow of his sensory cell.

Where's this hope which in a heart beats and flies?
Will it be like a wingless songbird that sings
In a cage forever not being free;
All like a dream which then wakes up and dies
To reality that this world only brings,
What those feelings are inside you and me.

Sonnet 25, The Dusky Sea

The dusky sea that lives to be master
Targets ahead in to the new future,
Morrows fate with roaring alastor
And spoon filling hours in transferred suture;
Symphonic song that sway on the ocean
Scurry and pan with the unknown of deep,
Contrast in ways distress through commotion
What lies there hidden and still is asleep.

Wonders of thought that comes to consign
Imminent about nut in a new hull,
Dancing in waves to each other align;
The world of the profound raging to lull,
What is a future without any name?
Days to be found with hours ahead to tame.

Sonnet 24, Sweet Sounds

Sweet sounds they sing to the world forever
As day becomes a night within an hour,
Or sunshine fills with clouds and rain shower
Tranquil blossom will grow and endeavor;
Become preserved in memories or never
Finely woven golden ray bower,
With emotions to enchant or empower
Pure to the highest - clear to the clever.

Oh fairy-tale reject me not in esprit mood
My raving moment the best I can give,
Your limbs in the air like voice of honey;
I find no moment pale nor proud or rude,
For all your singing is for me to live
And further out to the darkness I'll see.

Sonnet 23, The Edge of Time

The edge of time that washed ashore
All the pitiful things that the world bought near,
Those withering feelings that gave afear
And to assured affair like rust will abhor;
There is no thing like this or that before
Or what has happened in this of past year,
For memories are like a running tear
That dries away and is therefrom no more.

We must come to terms with dark that watches
The tears flowing from the sorrow faces,
When things are done that drag a soul more down;
When a night of foes the body touches
And a glinting war to the suffer gazes,
When peace has come and made the unrest lown.

Sonnet 22, The Day's Now Turning

The day's now turning to flickering dark
To wings of light that go from window to room,
Like the leaves of darkish unknown dream bloom
That into the twilight again will spark;
When sunshine sleeps in the red light of arc
And drowsy dream thoughts to the chamber come,
With shadows of deep dim that dance in gloom
And leaves behind thoughts that are full of cark.

The bemuse flowers where distortion's on,
The kingdom of dusk with radiant glare
Beneath a mask of an unborn first blush;
The night of wreath clouds and dimension rone,
Where battlefields of somber will abear
Till light arise new in sunrise fire rush.

Sonnet 21, The Bluish Flower

The bluish flower of the heavens sky
Where raindrops fall from eyelids to the yirth,
And mortal men give to all mortal birth
And each of them will later surly die;
For life is here to grow and then say goodbye
All what is done is like the wind in worth,
It awakes in clouds far from home and mirth
Like stars in night that can not speak but cry.

Why is this so when honey from flowers drips
And gold and diamonds you can surly find,
And be of all your success very proud;
Still there now death you will kiss with you lips
And walk the street of life so very blind,
And shout where you don't need to be aloud.

Sonnet 20, Life is Pains and Again Pains

Life is pains and again pains to be borne
With every love that has some hope to gain,
Though we come across days when there is pain
For there is something in us all to adorne;
On ahead roads that seem hopeless and worn
Especially those where passion is alane,
We seek for compassion all in a vain
For the world has forgotten and forlorn.

Gazing at the days that are in front of me
Armored with the hopes that blossoms with care,
I will find the way for much is to know;
All desperate cry again must come free
Though hard are moments to speak of or bear,
For vineyards of love in heart roots must grow.

Sonnet 19, Let There Be Another Day

Let there be another day after moonlight
For the sun must come and shine in beauty,
And give of inspiration and of broody
To carry behind all of yesterday's blight;
That had come into this world with a fright
For it is to our feelings and of duty,
To wash out the thoughtless and the moody
That all of hatred to the heart bedight.

Each tongue endurance concept outweighs pride
That is in absence of all moral pain,
To disesteem ours to drowsy shadows;
For each of them will come and be beside
What torture is in darkness and amain,
Like nothing of the green there ever grows.

Sonnet 18, Some Gave Hearts Freedom

Some gave hearts freedom to every agnel
That stood test of time's celebrated hour,
Like those that were in ebony tower
And did not know what future could foretell;
For like a flower that in decline does smell
And berry fruits in higher trees are sour,
Or everything that dismiss or empower
Between what's sour and sticky caramel.

Revival may find not worthy debate
To ask such questions what all things come of,
For everything is either right or wrong;
Time will tell you this: art is but an ait,
The cloth that the tomorrow will doff,
For new things from the old will come along.

Sonnet 17, Oh Yes It's So True

Oh yes it's so true - all the world's a wish
That upon a star did shine for a while,
The perfect in ways and truthful in smile
All just some glory and hope for all this;
The jewel in the crown of enchanting bliss
Rightly or wrong where love grows to resile,
Nothing there in the heart to honor defile
Deep as roots that lie hidden in abyss.

Yes morning come to me and give me wings
To pass on to the world where Pegasus flies,
On the horizon of all the unborn dreams;
That from now on and in to future sings
So struggles of our past never abyes,
Where every effort - like a joy only seems.

Sonnet 16, Oh What a Beautiful Flaming Morning

Oh what a beautiful flaming morning,
Red as the rose that in summer is born
And to every shadow its light is drawn,
Glitters the sky without any warning;
Radiance fire on the window will bring,
Grateful is my heart for all this adorn
When up wakes again in flames the dark dawn,
In peace it comes to play - in fiery sing.

Hush little waves on the wilderness lake
The forest's coming to life now for sure,
Springtime is ridding in with new colors;
Seeds in the soil now's your time to wake,
'Grow up to bloom be in fragrance once more'
Little frozen brook now gladly hollers.

Sonnet 15, Naively Forward

Naively forward like the innocent wind
Shifting through clouds that are moving along,
To an unborn thought that comes in a song
Later when it is alive and designed;
Whatever the heart and it's content can find
What makes each breathing come weak on or strong,
When hours aren't ticking and moments prolong
And sky in evening colors - is up pinned.

Fancies that switches to patches to be
Climbing the faltering steps to the sprawl,
When the fingers of sky - eyes again please;
Dreaming awake when dawn alternates free
And the hour raises shadows on the wall,
From the outside flower garden and trees.

Sonnet 14, Let The Good Earth

Let the good earth give you rightful courage
From inside and out with it all about,
With what you were given to stir in astir
Inspired and made to be complete devout;
Like the on thing what is so much trust worth
In what you felt all like before it and then,
When your accomplishments goes forth like a firth
In what you know and therefore if you can.
The way to begin is simple yet so true
You don't need to turn the page tomorrow,
For all what it implies is in the sky blue;
Yes all of earth's wisdom is my agra,
Take just what you will need and nothing more
For life's nothing but a hidden astore.

Sonnet 13, Is There a Love Song

Is there a love song once more in your heart,
Pleasures new giving that slept all before;
Where is this leading where will it start,
Shall you be fulfilled with even some more.
Can there be peaceful evenings to go to,
After a crude war has been once started;
Will a lonesome love song ever be true,
If respect to your neighbour is all departed.

You can wish for some more maybe you think,
That's not giving faithful peace to this earth,
Compromising with fate other ties gives;
Alone in the end like an eye that you blink,
Making each your time not its living worth,
Not reassure to what continues and lives.

Sonnet 12, Into Oblivion

The hour is leaving into oblivion:
With everything old turning to dust
For what can man keep moth and ruptured rust?
Or what for a while - was here just agone;
And through the years with peaceful wings atone
Which in life were tried out - completed to adjust,
Thus from earth to sky flown away, almost:
To drift in dreams that came from thoughts alone.

Man wings shall fly where his musings shall go,
Like depth of the sky will open to few
And knowing the river that runs to the sea;
The updraft will just turn as it must blow
And some may not see the morning's fresh dew,
For what is more beautiful than the true free?

Sonnet 11, I woke Up from Night

I woke up from night that drifted away
With the sky morn in new colors to be,
My eyes were half waken - opening to see
How in came new dawn and arouse the day;
Like hope on its flight not dark of agley
Indeed it must rise and live for awee,
And flow with its flaming over to me
For songs of the dim won't forever stay.

Like sorrow and pain and gladness I've found,
All moods of the hours will give me a sign
Where my singing in the morning will come;
All the earth awakes and comes then around
To what's its goal and where it will aline,
We trust in these feelings fore they go numb.

Sonnet 10, How Strange's This Feeling

How strange's this feeling so full of a fright:
When hours are deeper and darker more still,
When there is no room for the heavenly light
And nothing of love shall prosper at will;
I woke up so early but then dimmed the sky
And onto my shoulders the darkness was shown,
I thought I'd fall down and last breath out fly
And into hollow dim fall like a stone.

The words are like leaves that are wased away
When after summer autumn comes with rain,
Before the frost lays the lake with a freeze;
Sun I had one summer and then for a day:
All beauty be measured simple and plain,
Though some have its clothings in fine cointise.

Sonnet 9, Love's All in The After Hours

Love's all in the after hours I asume
Like beautiful inspiring mood from inside,
The milder descending ingrowing bloom
That within the roots of the heart will hide;
Unburdened with any ascending hope
Striped down to faintly roots there grown,
The mountain that peaks and handles the rope:
Gives me courage - show me I am not alone.

I confess, my heart is beating fairly proud
Permitting no weeping from love away,
Sometimes seeing no paths in front of me;
Like everything has its existence and doubt,
For all what will come - disappear or stay,
I know what I feel isn't all what I see.

Sonnet 8, Give Me a Hope of Love

Give me a hope of love if my heart breaks
Whatever is here waiting I wonder,
In all my thoughts drift away and ponder
As the mind again to reality awakes;
From the alone fantasy the heart takes
What is rejoined and what is asunder,
When there is flame in what is there under
Returning to soft from feelings of rakes.

Is the end now coming to times right here
When there is burning desire to play with,
Has there been lost words from across caring?
What can we say if all goes to nowhere
And love in my heart is all like a myth,
That got me going crazy with awing.

Sonnet 7, From the Ocean Deep

The daylight is young from the ocean deep
Where earth things come alive in the sunrise,
When the blue from yonder opens and sigh
Awakes to life from a wait and asleep;
The hours from dark from the colors instep
Closer earth songs will be heard in the skies,
When the pretty lives young open its eyes
Music from the wild once again will sweep.

To ears with beauty like never before
The moments so friendly and far underneath,
Lifted and shattered by the breathing gust;
That brought the ocean tide onto the shore,
That comes from the deep dark in the ET
When the waves comes inert in the high boost.

Sonnet 6, For a White Rose

Enchanting like evening for a white rose
When the darkly days be in the twilight,
Of the first hours of dawn that comes too bright
When face of dark becomes a light that grows;
And all that gave unknown dark power goes
The first of day's fire in new morning flight,
From sky in deep blue horizon its first of sight
When the stage becomes flowing spark that glows.

We are like weak straws in the fields of day
With all our wishes - for some are to die,
Lose into the dark be unborn again;
Like day meets the dark in sunlighting ray
Dawn anew is born in the darkblue sky,
All life is thus two - meet death to begin.

Sonnet 5, Darkness Oh Sweet Fountain

Darkness oh sweet fountain before this spring
The night that washes ashore new delight,
Hours in winter that still have more to sing
In step by step lightless until all is bright;
The unlock of tide's edge that depth will show
Alone and between me and the darkness,
The morning that comes with first of dawn's glow
From oceans between - always new and fresh.

In mornings to come - the new fragrance fire
With freshness in air through late evenings,
The graceful summer we all must adore
When our hearts fill up with love and desire.
Body and soul together again sings:
How deep we're drowned by wishing for more.

Sonnet 4

Bring me a spark from the timeless deep sea:
All hours gone which to existence were brought,
There is a way like an on growing tree
Which is man's knowledge each and every thought;
Years of darkness days in the new light
All the fault believes that were never true,
Giving examples of what is wrong or right
Known by the silence or only the few.
Into the blue the morning still rises
Meeting in corners from here to and there,
Each of the ways born to further surprises
What will the outcome be another year?
Spirals not born to contrive yet in vain,
Broaden perception - who's never alane.

Sonnet 3, Before This Day

Before this day from sight again's all gone
And reality beyond thy dreams have flown,
Into the world you have there for your own
When evening colors to the sky atone;
Where all the ways are in new virtue born
Like all the hearts and feelings can depone,
When dispute ways are from this instant thrown
And love is rising with the infant morn.

The silent thought of this night I don't fear
For feathers beyond twilight will be flown,
Thy heart will speak truthful when its behind;
For all of summer sunshine does appear
When fully peaceful seeds are up all grown,
And we too peaceful moments there shall find.

Sonnet 2, Asleep is Dark Earth

Asleep is dark earth before coming spring
Under a helmet of a white frosty song,
The brow of waking is still quite long
Before forest birds again will here sing;
Songs to summer and colors forward bring
To a night which has thread through the drong,
For now into light the day's coming strong
From under its blue collar winter's wing.

Ah sleepy thoughts and hanging northern stars:
All wonderful into their memory's flight,
Of yesterdays gone once more to the mist;
Not showing off their ridden lifelong scars,
Nor what was once for them of wrong or right
When they too were threading life's turning twist.

Sonnet 1, All I am Saying

All I am saying is give peace a change
For the leaves of life are now growing red,
Onto the morning of the winter's dead
And laughing faces to sorrow derange;
In earth deceases which are now full of mange
And broken hopes in the once blooming bed,
That were in front of longings death bested
And we to each other forcibly brainge.

O come to the day - this wintry old night
And give to the ways the morning bright dawn,
That once again must shine on living dearth;
Meadows filled with blossoms in the new light
That once were under wings of a black swan,
For love is inquiring to calling yirth.