Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Sonnet 100

If I would die today or tomorrow,
I pray that my room be filled with sunlight.
For brightness will relieve me of sorrow,
my terror will subside within its warmth.
But if I would die on a rainy day,
with such cold, unending tears from above,
let me hold your hand that I will feel gay,
as I relish the beauty of our love.
Indeed, Earth is a temporary place.
Thus, we are not meant to stay forever.
Cry no more my dear, for I shall have peace,
in a paradise with the Life Giver.
Be whole my love, stay out of misery,
for dying is our common destiny.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ April 23, 2011