“True Sun” Rising: Day Twenty-Two

(a sonnet – embellished)
In pictures: truth – can this in words inspire?  
The words that shade like painter’s even’ light,  
That rise in specters’ grace like brush-stroked fire,  
A silenced voice reused, a second sight.  
 
To give a form’s control to tangled thoughts,  
A mathematician’s curve to subtle words,  
That hold in perfect motion, moments caught,  
That sound like setting sun in ocean heard.  
 
A life has passed in passions’ cold destruct,  
Where “no existence” rules my muted heart,  
The “me” I might have been in love’s construct  
Negates in badger words and spite’s impart.  
 
How can my heart in chains begin to speak?  
How can a broken soul, a new soul seek?  
 
I long for life all spent at end of day,  
A single ho’ur held in sunset light.  
An orange and yellow flame and then away,  
From baby's breath to old man's bed, then night.  
 
I long to live one hour in your heart,  
Entwined in perfect passion's pure embrace.  
True fi’re in old blood new life impart.  
One touch, one kiss, may Time's cold hand erase.  
 
I long to live one ho’ur in your sun,  
That I should live a life before life's done.  
(“True Sun” – G.C. 2013)  
 
22/30  
 
Words: 111  
New Unique Words: 83  
 
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