Method
A Sonnet
Published on June 26, 2020
Method
A Sonnet
Courtesy Priti Ghosh
By Thy Self am self-compelled,
Through deceptive days am impelled,
Striving without method for an act,
That would seal Thy imprint like a pact.
A night prowls through my days,
Obscuring my sight with an ignorance.
By pale moonlight I glean a way,
To fight by act in this fray.
A living net of aspiration I cast,
For some luminous catch to beget,
But too vain this phenomena-sea
And mine net doth return empty.
O Lord, release thy subterranean fires,
To meet kindred sunfires with I as witness.