Stewart
27th May 2005, 14:01
I liked kumquat's sonnet on the other thread and thought I'd add my own - it's one I wrote a while back but I'd like to share it.
Down by Magdalena
In Heaven, there could only be one place
Among the arms of Holiness that night
Which saw my love, nay! my Magdalena
Taken from me. As I lay weeping by
Her side, staring at her sweet, empty face
And cursing Him; His apathy. That light
In which He bathes, has blinded Him: saner?
Never He - only life with which to die!
Yet, despite the years He grants unto us
I know they have no meaning, but in length
For being together in love is strength
As is, in love again, apart. The fuss
Between is just a path of years run straight
To be down with my love, a life too late.
Down by Magdalena
In Heaven, there could only be one place
Among the arms of Holiness that night
Which saw my love, nay! my Magdalena
Taken from me. As I lay weeping by
Her side, staring at her sweet, empty face
And cursing Him; His apathy. That light
In which He bathes, has blinded Him: saner?
Never He - only life with which to die!
Yet, despite the years He grants unto us
I know they have no meaning, but in length
For being together in love is strength
As is, in love again, apart. The fuss
Between is just a path of years run straight
To be down with my love, a life too late.