Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Zephyr (Sonnet #499)

Written originally for the Word Prompt presented on the Beautiful Minds Community by Maricris Cabrera

Zephyr (Sonnet #499)

Playful little zephyrs tease us faster
Across our course, our deep secrets whisper
And rough my hair that seagulls try to nest
So naughty, they excel at playfulness
A wish, a prayer, our hopes, sweet dreams; so nice
And borne upon their breath sweet distant spice
So thrilled am I to see it tease your hair
You are so beautiful beyond compare
These vessels of delight enhance our sails
A serendipitous surprise prevails
Closer, closer, leading we two homeward
To our Elysian Field, upward, onward
We’ll turn to say farewell to our device
Then, hand in hand, enter our Paradise.

© 2017 David W. Palmer

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