Needles of Pain

Form: Alfred Dorn Sonnet

Oh silent heart that speaks of love each night
That hides the wounds that dare not see the truth
Needles of pain that pierce erotic dreams
Now speak again to grasp the breath of light
As souls caress the mind to gently sooth
Before the darkest hour consumes my screams.
Sweet silence that is my heart’s own cry
Cannot escape destiny in her sigh.
Confusion reigns within clarity’s sight
And tear-filled eyes are too clouded to see
Yet in those moments when senses excite
Sweet glimpses of the future come to be
Where her love can conquer the deepest fright
And I see the beauty she’s given me

©JG Farmer 2017

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