synapses | sonnet thirty three posted by imani , Wednesday, August 24, 2011 at 1:13 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

the day will dawn when all that
would emerge from the darkness
is my light and my love
aching to be chastised to

your midnight sky, anchoring
the stars to an immense and
eternal shadow, a
desolate drop of patient stones

carrying within the hope
of being taken by your gaze
and the gentleness of your hands

gravitating between your soul
and its undeniable beauty,
drawn to blossoms of your laughter.