by C E Goulden

Created on: August 04, 2008

"Put Forth Your Sonnet"

Permit me to count the hours

To where the sun's range will end

To where the point of must meets moon's candlelight

To where all corners, take on the greatest possible light

I seem to lose myself within the deep of time

Lend a hand to me while we discover

We'll climb the stoop to my quaint, terraced home

We may each speak, with a choice turn of phrase

We'll everyone carry on further, this long warm day

I appear to find expression with the summer charm

For now, put to one side the hardest or worst memory

Let's pass on loving encounters so splendid and special

Let us try to piece heartfelt dialogue with every one

Let's describe earliest to very last, of day's timely travel

I come to life, with all alive, if from anything, I look to find a stir

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