persephone | sonnet twenty seven posted by imani , Saturday, February 27, 2010 at 4:44 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

latitudes ache for the unjaded, unguarded
molecules of dawn that spill over my crushing
longing, twisting in the sigh of such grand,
intimate humanness of your calm, intrepid

voice that call upon me before i close my
eyes and i wander in open, immense
wilderness hunting for the scent that
you give life to…you are Persephone after all ~

not to be reduced to a muse but the cause
alone of growth and the mother of spring
clutching to my sanity yet ready to lose

it once more for an idle and impeccable
touch that resemble the hands of rain
as it burns ~ consumed by shadows.