sonnet 5

Posted in quatorzain by maggie on 2006/12/03
Sonnet 5

One beady drop drawn from the storm's wild flood
Awaits her soulmate on a window's glass.
I eye it dully, like a bit of blood,
Expecting it might show where I will pass.

A word escapes, I follow close behind.
It leads me to a needle I'd concealed.
An hour from now, I know what I will find,
Tomorrow what my flesh will have revealed.

The rain lasts through the night without reprieve
Nor turning my pet drop into a stream.
The window dries by morning when I leave.

But I know morning's sun, a holy fire
Consuming sacrifices for my dream,
That single word that echoed my desire.

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