Émigré

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Émigré

Sonnet

I am an émigré from a sun afar,
Here upon a green globe my habitat,
Attired in earth-formed robe for a quest
To lure that Light into stubborn matter.

An occult agenda am here to fulfil,
To raise a sliver to perfection’s pitch
And from that height the spirit catch
To light every hour with uncommon thrill.

Upon my tongue is Her silver seal,
My lips shaped by hierophant hands
And mind that augurs happy portends
To conjure in all that Joy’s spell.

By my works I pay my dues O Earth,
Thou shalt not want for bliss and mirth.