\nI bring you roses to your door.
\nI make this offering in Spring.
\nI now know who this dove is for,
\nThat rises through the Sun’s gold ring.<\/p>\n
There’s something deeper going on.
\nI feel the pieces come apart.
\nThe mountain eagle soars at dawn.
\nAnd cries each piece of broken heart.<\/p>\n
I hold your scars around my breast.
\nI sing you songs of ocean rain.
\nI look up to the mountain’s crest
\nAnd feel you come alive again.<\/p>\n
Each breath we hold each other tight.
\nThe dove will feed our soul tonight.<\/p>\n
Sonnet #3 in iambic tetrameter – “A Sacred Dance” I bring you roses to your door. I make this offering in Spring. I now know who this dove is for, That rises through the Sun’s gold ring. There’s something … Continue reading