ON CHANTINGS

(a sonnet)

Your love arrives like sunrise in the east
And sets my heart aflame like dawn, the hills
It gains my voice and with its time increase
I find the life that its full light instills

In spirit flags with music of the spheres
Your spells take shape and in short verses shown
With this caress do my verses appear
In holy chants can our true love be known

My heart was dark and held in swirling night
In poetry that spoke to wounds I bore
Which held no hope of any coming light
I found no rest beyond my pray’rs implore

My hope is now that my heart’s shine for you
Can rise like dawn, your heart aflaming new