#3 (a musical sonnet)

Something I wrote for a class. Enjoy. Or don’t, it’s up to you.


I hear the beats and tones and flowing rhymes,
The sounds that swing and sing my soul to sleep.
The rhythm of my heart will match the time;
And in that place I know I’ll always keep
The times, the place atop the dusk-lit hill,
Are brought as gifts of peace returned to me;
The seat, the pew, the chapel where I kneel
“Just as I am,” it said, “without one plea.”
Before I go, surrounded by my loves,
I lay me down to bask in lovely skies,
To dream and dwell on glories up above
Where hope lives on and music never dies.
Too soon, the music plays its final chord
And leaves me here, alone, stone-cold, and bored.

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