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.