125...Sonnet LXXXII

Silver moonbeams paint the ripples

rolling softly upon rich black waters.

A timid undercurrent has visited the bay

filling it with emotion in quiet splendor.

The cool winter breeze caresses me

tracing the contours of my semblance.

As I breathe the vigor of the night air,

and take in the stars with no one present.

It is then I, absorbed in the moment,

ponder why does the beauty of it all

always surrender a place to you?

In a mindful resolute protocol,

second nature revealing in its aspects,

your lips and your eyes... what I most recall.

DionWorx

:]-J-[:

124...Sonnet LXXXI

A rainbow still lingers in brilliance
bathing the contours of my golden heart.
Honing absolutes as the tide and wind,
doused in steep emotions of fine art.

Intuitively embracing the likes of wonder
as treasures peeking out from the sand.
I am left to reflect on your polished allure
that still graces me with charm and class.

Hearing the ocean's song speaking to me
I retain fondly my impressions of you.
And as I labor to consolidate

these mixed emotions perfectly tuned,
I open my eyes and see a picture of you
to remind me what rainbows are and do.




DionWorx




:]-J-[:

123...Sonnet LXXX

I do not seek my own righteousness.

I aspire to understand one truth.

I can't explain what is given.

Of a state most likely you'll label too.

I aim to be a plain man not a simple one.

Who cries tears of joy as often as I can.

Impervious to superfluous diatribes,   

emotional lathering  that does not withstand.

I do not need to know what doesn’t matter.

Stand in the sinking sand of vain fools.

Though strange it may seem to the many

The many cannot be part of the few.

Seeing clearly the challenges before me,

It's perfect love that will lead me through.

DionWorx

122...Sonnet LXXIX

A thousand times I call yet no answer.

A thousand minutes desolate in vain.

Many days appointed to gather in total

accumulated as if points to a game.

A measure of time that spans inconceivably

as a string of endless ambivalence,

tied in knots of classified disappointments,

irretrievably lost in quiet frustration.

A meager expectation thwarted.

Reduced to a miracle that may occur.

Confounding logic to a stalemate.

Circumventing a defeat, the will to surrender,

I become haggard and gray gracefully.

One day you’ll remember I am your brother.

DionWorx

121...Sonnet LXXVIII

When destiny’s chariot and its rider

converge with time to take me away,

I will have remembered to say “I love you.”

Embody the true meaning of that phrase.

Understand it was always meant for you

as discreet tears convey joy of a revelation.

I will have fed your mind with my love.

Romance your soul with my interpretations.

In a myriad of poetic symphonies

that rewarded me with dividends of gladness.

Intended to make your heart sing.

It took a lifetime to study and examine:

what was missing all along was you

to teach me what I could never imagine.

DionWorx