Our Union
Published on March 3, 2023
Our Union
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #60
Courtesy Lexica.art
Be not alarmed on Thy nightly rounds
Hearing wails from afar creep to ear,
Wounded sounds that approach near
Only to be felled in a ruthless silence.
Oh flinch not from the muffled cries
Gasped out from the failing breath,
Anguish from the heart’s depth
To Thee ferried on futile wings.
Oh tread not our soiled air,
Let the taint not mar Thy soles,
Remain pristine like a witness
In Thy mirth lonely and fair.
I have adored Thee and so vainly had dreamt
For union of Thy golden sky and my mortal dust.