Saturday, November 13, 2010

Sonnet 016

An ordinary day of September,

no time for daydreams, the mind grows weary,

of learning and reading, too much to bear.

Thus lazily, hours become cheery.

I gazed upon a new discovery,

as it transforms into an interest.

Something exquisite like a strawberry,

with such delightful scent I crave to taste.

Familiar face yet a different look,

a Sherlock’s mystery to be unfold.

Splendid distractions better than a book,

and as moments slip, forever I hold.

Child in into a lady, lost in a dream,

of love’s enchantment, it’s opaline stream.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ November 7, 2010

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Sonnet 012

Pleasant Walk

I Am Yours