Sonnet 41, Uprooted Heavier

Uprooted heavier than plough of steel,
The faltered moment for the avert eye;
And like the time aging fast forward weel,
Moment of the hour that will lose and die.
We spend our time with occasion's found,
And greeting good morrow that forthly goes;
Burning age fast with benignant beam bound,
Rays of rising dawn pastured on a rose.

Wonders of the world without any names,
Relising the hour that will come again,
To the foul dark twisting this prow and age;
Burning in the sky red and yellow flames,
Until there's prosper satisfaction begin,
To relase the kindle that new day will engage.

Sonnet 40, To Songful Melodies

To songful melodies let these words sing
Together and set the sweetest harmony,
With love and attraction once again free
Soon after tomorrow there will be spring;
All days will be new in colors blooming
And freshly will the wind breeze through a tree,
I feel like new summer inside of me
Every earth seed in my heart's now booming.

There is youth full of delight on the rise
With much love and peace after months in brume,
For new springtime is starting again;
The hour is joyful and weather is wise
With the weakest flowers turning to bloom:
All bright colored and simple to attain.

Sonnet 39, To Oblivion

They are drowning the thoughts into the bowl
Of oblivion wings to forgotten and gone,
What you have filled with old days that are done
Rotten in the roots of the lost and the foul;
Oh drink up thy cup before its own rowl
For you must do carry the wordings all on,
Though over them all forgotten flame will run
And all you will remember the past howl.

The days of new thoughts have left evermore
When rising from aged the muffling mould,
Dipping into silence and covering the sea;
Closing the once opened knowledgeable door
That gave to the wise wisdom many fold,
Now fail growing and becoming agee.

Sonnet 38, This Time Renews Each Moment

This time renews each moment like a blink
Though we walk in a world without a name,
With questions that attend to be the same
Each onward step to the future's like a brink;
Though ages before were widening chink
Tittering chalk afresh we will acclaim,
When by and by again renewed arrame
For all what's now later will swiftly crink.

Our tolerance upon impatience arm
Where inverted flag keeps the colors still,
Weapons bring forth what shall not be disown;
Each of these two are proudly of reclame
And both from the fright and reproach they drill,
As the corn will grow as the seed is sown.

Sonnet 37, This Love

This love is only dead or else it's born
Into the trouble that before life lies,
I swear that mood grows allot of the awn
With delicate poison that into earth dries;
Like each of your pleasure into the draught
Between two worlds of the good and the bad,
Of what you have made and what you have brought
What gives you happiness what makes you sad.

Dance, dance, dance not in doubt from a shadow,
But in the light that will rise from your own
When your heart knows alive love from one dead;
For every thought that's given has its glow
And each word to the ground like a seed's sown:
Give not of thy stones as if they were bread.

Sonnet 36, There's Song for The Summer

There's song for the summer now coming out
Passing flights of songsters through the green trees,
All the sleeping beauty coming now about
Demented choirs gone in the winter breeze;
Rapid seedlings growing from the soil up
Calling to the clouds passing by with rain,
Every mountain like a faraway blue top
Taking out the grayness of the frosty lain.

Lilies of the valleys adornment in thy eyes
Bringing through the darkness love they have grown,
Colors from dark roots under that never dries;
Love songs that the summer can call its own,
We have in our life futures we have self made
Which's so full of thoughts and composite aggrade.

Sonnet 35, There's Love There's Love

There's love there's love there's no doubt
Found in a corner of all this tick tacking,
Row like a row drift like a cloud there about
Each of the fumes up and away stacking;
White to the dark in the losing stray
Where will it go come when mist follows,
All in hours forever lost as they say
When the wind in the sky again ablows.

Singing tunes the gusting circling wind
Flying dancing with other forest songs
Till there's again early morning of new;
Some will be just - others more left behind
The tunes aloud transforming in a bang,
Everything's turning nothing same will do.

Sonnet 34, There's a Love Song

There's a love song in winter's dimly night
With beautiful things for tomorrow,
All love is like gladness and sorrow
A lonely cloud wandering in a distant flight;
Sometimes the sky is blue and bright
With shades from the deep in blue ambaro,
Reaching to the horizon like saguaro
For all the dreams that still are out of sight.

No past morning would sing again to me
If there were no love songs to remember,
For memories in heart are roots quite fresh;
Giving to past wings again new and free
Like a seasoned autumn in September,
Pictures to assert colors from time bresh.

Sonnet 33, There is a Moment

There is a moment in Eden tonight:
Colors so plentiful and pure,
Everything of love - made to assure
It's a turning soul toward the daylight;
And comes to shadows-with shades in bright
All beautiful things to and fro, to allure
Soft with soft touches like animal fur,
Our feelings in all its loftiness and flight.

These darkish hours into the unknown gone
Full of clouds of drifting thoughts in pleasure
River of wishes from the beating heart
What's it all worth of - gold from the rising sun?
As true as the rainbow's hidden treasure,
Of what is this meaningful living part?

Sonnet 32, There is a Garden

There is a garden with the summer sun
Full of laughter and true flowers for all,
Beautiful and strong others weaker and small
Carrying colors turning pleasures on;
All in the hours when blooming are so bon
And green comes the garden outside a wall,
Going through fine moments before the fall
When in sallow leaves all the colors run.

Passing through time like the colors so full
Giving the green an agreeable occasion,
All what is fair will always be growing;
Now Easter coming new pleasures to pull
After the darkness that gave its corrosion,
When winter was dark and it's still snowing.

Sonnet 31, The River Runs

The river runs through the mountain of wild,
All things on this earth are born to be free;
Both what is made up or later compiled,
Some scenes hidden once we never could see.
Lets not go in judgment a bridge too far,
Even though you could say the fruits are sour;
For there might be an entry slightly ajar,
Giving you some knowledge from where is more.

Never lift the latch let this building fall,
If it's deference isn't truth among great,
I guess as for myself I'll keep its great mance;
For when all's lost I'll hear the distant call,
If it then for me very much is late,
I will have succoured entrance second chance.

Sonnet 30, The Moments are Coming

The moments are coming with spring again,
Sweet are the days - when seedlings do appear
Dearer more than words that I can write here:
Flowers from the sleep that in earth have been;
Broken chain of darkness - light now begin
Give the shadows shades, death its lonesome fear,
All the colors fresh that beauty now can share:
Winter slowly vanish into the foehn.

Love is like new spring when it starts to grow,
Holding my heart's key with fragrance in the air
And a bouquet of new roses in a vase;
First there are its footsteps in the grey snow,
Then there is a booming of growth everywhere:
All of weary darkness away abrase.

Sonnet 29, The Moments and Hours

The moments and hours are coming more clear
From darkening thoughts and spirits of grief,
Words been said - pass on like aperitif
And sometimes an advise away will steer;
We are to our believes all to adhere
Judge all history - what comes in a brief,
For that's man conviction to trust and belief
What stands to his breast most dearest and near.

There is a dim winter where one goes forth
Scatter around the dahlias and roses,
While the whimpered warning whistle cried;
Darkness's now dripping to earth bleeding swarth
Further into the denial closes,
The one suffering - who vanished and died.