What can compare to this love? What could stand a chance against the glory and grace of God, and my King? That small crescent of the sun on the sea’s horizon at the break of dawn — // Bringing an entire day of light to the land — the ocean pulling the incoming day. This is where my love is and my tide rises with him, as the sun and I become morning.
When we are one, it is at the top of a peak — it is quiet, silence and light the air and temperature is of no real importance — a veil flows like a flag. However there is no bottom beneath us.
How I got there, unknown. But at a moment, he appears and we interlock. He holds me and assures I am whole and healed for I am there, within him.
Notes,: this poem is free-verse, yet in the container of a Sonnet. It follows no rules like scansion, because this is a metaphysical conceit bound solely to beauty, built with the castle like form of a sonnet.
The sun consists of love and light to become God’s true nature. How could our scientific lens capture His full bloom? Camera’s show light stream from a bud – the world now the beginning
creation — rather when our spirit dances it casts light over the shadows, beauty twirling into the heart without fear, but glory.
note: I casted this Sonnet in Hexameter, with the envoy to juxtapose the Sestet casted in pentameter, however, hexameter used in line 10 and the penultimate. I was hoping for the expansiveness of God to come through with the breath, when reading the lines of hexameter. The use of prosody I did not fully deploy here, however, maybe another draft would prove it usefull. This is one of those poems that I have been working on for too long, so I am freeing it to see where it goes.