Sonnet #2: Fair Maiden
Fair Maiden, a thousand drops of music
Cascading, falling, trembl'ng off thy cheek.
Shall I try to catch it 'less I lose it?
'Tis the beauty, I ask, I long to keep?
Oh Fair Maiden, embrace the symphony
Of a never-ending ocean of sound
A spell of differing reality
Whatever thy mind would seem to allow.
Fair Maiden, close thy eyes and forget to be
And I will dare not break my stare
For the music of the great sky and sea
I proclaim they doth not to you compare.
The words I write are so softly laden
And they be writ for you, oh Fair Maiden.
July 21, 2006