Sonnet 66, There Is Something

There is something that is here now snowing,
In the heart that is sitting cold inside;
For its throbbing's to memories owing,
And still to those vanished moments abide.
The truth is in your heart like a firm stone,
Or flowers that give new morning pleasures;
And in the gray shadows still sits alone,
Finding in the coming hours countermeasures.
Beautiful day, oh lost ongoing night,
The moments that betrayed each flowing hour;
All those thoughts that come and go in their flight,
Like each bud that becomes a new flower.
There is closure and nearness to them all,
Like there is light here now, - where darkness did fall.

Sonnet 65, Forget Adelaide

Forget Adelaide for she could not give love,
Like the morning sky or dusky twilight;
Only what is in heart and from above,
Will know these feelings wrong from right.
Like a melody it lingers with soft touch,
And burns like fire inside the pale pink skin;
For every desire says I love you so much,
From what I feel and from the deep within.

Brittle like the rose that its thorns must hide,
Each the lover's footsteps comes and then goes;
Moods that adjust to the day and coincide,
Before it loses its last sparkle that glows.
Forget those that whisper love that's untrue,
For all what is fake will soon say adieu.

Sonnet 64, Yesterday Dreams

All our yesterday dreams they come and go,
In all those memories the days hold;
And later obligation will be an embargo,
To those affairs our love once controlled.
Like everything that life gives away,
In moods and feelings so many unknown;
Assorted in meaning like a flower bouquet,
These be tomorrows not completely shown.

Remember each way that turned to the blue,
If you want to catch a heart for it's gone;
There is no time later to make an overview,
Why this turned out so and why this was done.
Turning ways of love are kindled like a flame
Before one knows, it dies out: a place, a name.

Sonnet 63, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Twinkle twinkle little star shining through,
From day's faraway thoughts we can't foretell;
We only get some wishes to preview,
For we in light spend each our day and dwell.
Each our wish is a drop in the ocean deep,
With assortments of colors that come and go;
With purpose plain like in the fairy-tale asleep,
To keep the spirit of the dream world aglow.
Within us are those days of thousand years,
Like tranquil blossoms sweetest airy sounds;
With everything the best of this world cheers,
And together to the future it abounds.
So glow my star to days ahead in time,
Like there is reasons to every poems rime.

Sonnet 62, The River Of Dark

The river of dark is coming in blue,
For dusk of night is falling on the leaves;
And all of love that was given to you,
Will fall to sleepiness of lonesome and grieve.
Each tender love given secretly to heart,
Will be looked away in the dark twilight;
And each of the words that feelings impart,
Closes like the flower which falls to the night.
For love is like daytime giving us meaning,
Fiery like the wind coming from the plane;
Forest songs to where the trees are leaning,
Melodious and cautious then gone again.
Each heart is open like an open road,
You just have to learn its covert code.

Sonnet 61, Love Song For Peace

I'm with a heart firmly in graceful peace,
I believe in those dreams for all mankind;
For each love in the world, feelings increase,
And for this, none injustice be confined.
Like a summer river is the passion repose,
Or the passing breeze to the butterflies;
Where the weakest sits on the bud of a rose,
And with its smallest wings to the sky flies.
Let there not be war when love is with you,
In the coming times with the morning bright;
Let our feelings and trust be a breakthrough,
Like the new dawn from the darkest of night!
If peace be weak, - it's because we care not,
And more to belligerence then allot.

Sonnet 60, Let Me Become

Let me become your guardian angel,
For tomorrow comes while you sleep;
Your heart is quite fragile and abysmal,
For your love is so longing and deep.
And if some sorrow becomes accessible,
I will give a pair of eyes full of smile;
So the world becomes again acceptable,
Comforting with joyous thoughts for awhile.
Like the summer wind that whispers softly,
To the earth and forest as it goes by;
Full of faithfulness and tranquility,
Only true trust can catch and beautify.
Fly on my wings to Never Never Land,
I will there all your feelings understand.

Sonnet 59, All Love's Alike

"All love's alike - the ever returning
Flame of the morning and breeze of the night,
Like the fumes of life in hearts are burning
And weighting upon what is wrong and right.
We leave with clouds that life designed
and confess it's broken or again distressed,
Like darkness in light is love often blind
And not remembering what it once assessed.
Time is both day and night, it comes and goes
With a touch that breathed into silentness,
To the unknown that's awaken in embryos
Before the risen dawn vigilantness.
Love is like this, clearest feelings fitful,
Flows and burns, - contrasts become never dull".

Sonnet 58, I'm Now Remembering

I'm now remembering lost yesterdays,
When the going was here going still on;
And our hearts were still in the burning trays,
We had love and yes too much of every fun.
Every hour was feeling becoming fine,
Every morning I woke up to be fresh;
The days were full of laughter and sunshine,
Before my heart became knotted in enmesh.
There is a light away gone forever,
Every word from there lost now at and gone;
The thoughts that once were so new and clever,
Losing their sound like sweetest carillon.
Yesterdays were standing a while ago,
Oblivion now chiming to the distant grow.

Sonnet 57, So Sweet

So sweet is thy rose it gives greatest joy,
To live close and near to your music and words;
Which comes from a garden - from the inwards,
They inspire this muse - nothing can there destroy.
Thy beauty is complex in single envoy,
With lines like roses or poppies vineyards;
Never to the mind they loosen up buzzards,
They come from the truest feelings employ.

Each hour then read more deeply in to this,
And know each line - its delicate poison, true,
Like lilacs or honeysuckle they are there;
For the troubled eyes to see inside to bliss,
And everything old they will renew,
For unto touched heart in feelings they bear.

Sonnet 56, My Sweetest Rose

My sweetest rose of summer's morning neat,
With sky above so blue and far from sight;
Each of your line more perfect and compete,
Than anything that in this world is finite;
And all my love is likewise roses and buds,
Flowery shade that in autumn's complete;
Never to dry up like the earthy fluids,
Only be in hearts sometimes bittersweet.
Wonderful flame of joys in this faint life,
Silent struggle between each day and night;
Every such a longing we need and is rife,
What will bring us on the road again right;
Summer sweetness so fresh in the morns air,
That all is everything we won't despair.

Sonnet 55, Modern Man

Modern man is constantly through sorrow,
When again what he has lost has been found;
Is there a place for somewhere tomorrow,
Where a searching heart is not strictly bound?
Of any but from what it starts to assume,
That ever since then has shown its promise;
Like the river wild and the fairest bloom,
Which in young spring returns to summer bliss.
Silent mornings that have been satisfied,
When the winter was still so full of snow;
All past memories tried to be beautified,
When your heart from these hours gave an echo.
The lost is lost like the wind in the trees,
Alone on their road of absorbencies.

Sonnet 54, Love is Like an Angel

Love is like an angel that comes and goes,
Sweetly flowered of the emotions past;
Summer songs and autumn that can't last,
Everything that in fable memory grows.
What is this but of feelings? A heart only knows,
And rich in every variations contrast,
In all its diversities rooted and grassed,
With songs from your life it sings and borrows.

Swirly Stars fallen from heaven to die,
Into the time of dark they'll sleep away,
With autumn leaves and brownish layered rust;
Like of earth that again will say goodbye,
When colours wither and then go astray,
For all what is love - returns to earth dust.

Sonnet 53, Is there Evere Going To Be

Is there ever going to be the song,
So full of romantic and sweetest themes;
Equally both for old and the young,
Or are these just ordinarily pipe dreams?
Is there ever going to be someone,
Like you that will dance on and on through days;
With old thoughts in some newly torison,
Which generations of tomorrow assays?
Full of interior bridges that will follow,
Where you are or where the maping is drawn;
Its dream is like a dream that is hollow,
Or meadows that in entity are spawn.
Ignore barriers that always come along,
For weak is as weak as strong is thus strong.

Sonnet 52, I'll Call Upon You

I'll call upon you summer butterfly,
When fertile spring comes in freshly again;
With colors to fill meadows and the sky,
Nuance becomes new spring's artillerymen.
When a day grows up in sweet fragrant strong,
To fulfill and release the puerile spirit;
Our poem becomes an earth green song,
Dreaming and being affectionate.
And all that was in earth seeds so fragile,
Once more grows up fresh and ever so wild;
Like your wings are fluffy and erectable,
So is my youngish breast in spring profiled.
Summer goddess grow up thy coronal,
Before again winter comes to your bridal.

Sonnet 51, If You Think

If you think love will hold on to you tight,
Notice love is turning around every day;
You may be in places wrongly or right,
Whatever's lost may be coming your way.
It can be hard to catch a burning flame,
Without meaning to give it affirmation;
For the fire never stays exactly the same,
It turns around the horizon like a beacon.

A heart that ticks and ticks is never empty,
It'll burn its flames long into the dark night,
For joy is there to challenge the morning sun;
And every gleaming that is aberrancy,
For fire of feelings has lots of appetite,
That carries adoration more on and on.

Sonnet 50, Flying

Flying through time like clouds of horizon,
Overwhelming questions against the sky;
Muttering retreats until the intent was gone,
Seeing Michelangelo like you and I.
The lingering night with a sudden leap,
Evenings at window-pains that come and go;
Tongue on streets that is falling asleep,
Curling up like smoke or an afterglow.
The room is full of corners softening out,
Filling up with shadows draining the light;
Nobody now is going there about,
Half-deserted meanings of what's wrong or right.
Tedious argument that every thought follows,
Dry air of the palpable obscure swallows.

Sonnet 49, The Spirit of The Earth

The spirit of the earth, - the summer song
The soul that is blazing like the new dawn,
Into the sky blue far under the yawn
When moods come together after night long;
River of feelings and colors so strong
Drop away shadows that were on the lawn,
Drive up the spirit that from a wing spawn
Where voices of earth gave a joyous tong.

The sparking of day that's joyous for all
In giving a song where silence once filled,
Upon the earth where sweet longings are;
Yes all of love love's to the true hearts call
And brings to the daylight what was distilled,
When night from the dreams is gone long and far.

Sonnet 48, The Name of Each Season

The name of each season - eternity
Like the summers of flowers that come and go,
With luster thus spreading like a wind blow
That lives with the gust - forever so free;
The ancient of times and sometime to be
Dawn with the painting from the palette's glow,
That rises with spring after winter's snow
For the young born in heart always to see.
It's like music of earth in freshness of days
Coming with seeds and carrying their ways,
When the dark is absent on the blue skies;
The primal of colors in waking caress
And giving enjoyment for what was once less,
The sights and the sounds of summer surprise.

Sonnet 47, The Voice of Dreams

The sky in my sunrise comes like avowed
With colors in sunshine and shades in dark,
And everything love will give and then spark
To cast on its light and have more endowed;
For dreams I live can only be unplowed
If days appear as the evenings remark,
Give me the songs from the daybreak's first lark
That once to afternoon singing's allowed.
The voice of my music will move to song
And bring from my soul - to lips and the heart,
For all is of dream that I love and long
And from within touch will never depart;
The voice that's of dreams can it then begin?
If we have others - and never tune in.

Sonnet 46, Rising and Falling of Roses so Sweet

Rising and falling of roses so sweet,
With anger - bloodthirsty, which only mar,
Just like the glow of a night falling star
That ill fate thus to death only will treat;
Hasty orisons oh bloodily stained street,
Haven't we reached for a death wish too far?
Giving peace to brutality of war,
Reaching out to emptiness and deceit.

Life's young candles burning up in their flames,
Before daylight comes again virgin clear
With holly glimmers of nightly good-byes;
In love, that hour of twilight only tames
When light shall fill up the morning so near:
Like new hope far reaching, with young bright skies.

Sonnet 45, My Freedom

My freedom gives me courage and free will
To walk away from insolence and nuisance,
What man in his mood utter and then spraints
From mouth - the good corn with envy he'll spill;
Only evil spirit - will his voice distill,
All of his words will continue only ance
For what he was saying to true ears faints,
Nothing in his love the earth can fulfill.

But the wisdom that is from the above:
Is full of mercy and gentle with good fruit
Without estimate and hypocrisy;
For it thrives only on man's honest love
And righteousness, - not quarrel or dispute;
Is sown in peace of them that make peace free.

Sonnet 44, Imagined Poems

Our imagined poems are like the real one
They fill your heart with strangest singing too,
And each of them is like those that are new
And lightly not to the real ones be taken;
For words are here for thoughts to be awaken
Give a meaning that will fill or be true,
And they will be a partner in time due
If they're not derelict or be mistaken.
With words into thoughts you can fly away
Wishes to be born and make dreams seem real,
Every small hope to be alive again;
Nothing you wised for will lead astray
For those are just thoughts you alone will feel,
Gone within a moment - simple and plain.

Sonnet 43, I Love You

I'll always love you like new spring that comes
And turns my soul to the fresh and the new,
Summer seedlings that soon be of autumns
Like in morning's the sweetest of fallen dew;
Your heart's of colors I can not find name
For all our feelings are thread on that string,
You are to me like the life's burning flame
That in eternity always will sing.
"I love you" echoes to clear the road on
Footsteps to pass and come to memory,
All is of feelings and what is now gone,
If ever we have thoughts clearly to see.
My heart's a whisper - you softly will hear,
When always you feel me close to your ear.

Sonnet 42, All Things Must Past

All things must past what of day is here born
First it gives pleasure and then it is gone,
Like a glow from dawn's new early pylon
Light of the day that to dark is forsworn;
All what to fate is impaired and forlorn
Turning to echoes like fading carillon,
Forgot in darkness what once was of dawn
First it was merry - but now it is lorn.

Dwell not on that - but forget like wish,
All must wither as this summer so sweet
That with colors and beauty down will treat;
Like every thought that will drift from a mind,
Love is the thing that gives most anguish
And like purest of truth sometimes is blind.