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.

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.

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.