Sonnets Written by Olan L. Smith

Sonnet XXXVI: The Fire that Burns

Sonnet XXXVI: The Fire that Burns

©June 28th 2022, Olan L. Smith

She comes so far from galaxies away,

       Amid meteor veins, and moonless nights,

They streak across our ebon getaway,

       With brilliant scenes and wishful lights.

You make us imitate nomadic motives,

       And find an inner peaceful carousel

Of rancor's loss, discordant, and corrosives,

       And quiet views disrupt our wobbly Hell.

All craving mergence fills our mindful scars

       When fiery beauties exit earth's rampart,

And calls us to our home in heaven's stars,

       Yet, we forlorn accept our lives depart.

Our angel in the night, are you aware,

Of hellish fiendish fires that burns our prayer.