First English Sonnet, dedicated to my best teacher ever

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Sonnet I


This insanity of all about thee thinking
in a nonsense for ages ever lasting
recalls from Dawn its Great Star's light endurance,
and from thy eyes, some undiscovered mystery.

Oblivious of all things but thy existence,
my ever wand'ring soul grasps thy indulgence.
A portion of the Universe is missing
and Chaos is enabled by thy absence.

So be it. And be the mighty distance
a lock to Liberty I shall not carry.
I shall forget about the Sword and Talion.

If under ball and chain I be thy Guardian,
I do demand thy secret spell releasing
the chain between the Chaos and the Balance.


29-08-2005, 10:35 am.