Sonnet 4
- Cradle my heart and sing the night away,
- Cast my soul into your oblivion,
- Let me malinger with your creation,
- To make fast this chiding torment astray.
- Amidst your dire visages the light sways,
- Take heed and bid midnight's revelation,
- To suppose a wayward situation,
- Denying all venerable allays.
- But to renounce your soft saturation,
- That has heralded my heart to parley,
- To blink and miss your eyes' validation,
- That has brought my heart heavenly foreplay.
- To pause and not hear your intonation,
- This cries much too much torture, I must lay.
Notes
Um, this was written awhile ago also, and it was one of those nights when I had a really hard time falling asleep and had nothing better to do than to think, and subsequently miss.
This sonnet has a rhyme scheme of "ABBA ABBA BABA BA" and is partitioned by an octet and sestet. No real reason for me to do so aside from wanting to do so. It's a little more vocab heavy than I'm accustomed to, but it's the way it came out while I was pacing through the motions, and I didn't know the exact definitions for a few of the words but they sounded right at the time, and turns out later that they worked in their respective contexts, so that was pretty cool.
— Huy on