Sonnet XVII: Gold-Leaf Words
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©11-DEC-18, Olan L. Smith
I read your words, a place beyond this world
Sometimes I cry, and others bring a smile.
Somewhere you live right now, you know the dead
The realm of lost and void and icy vines
Of earth. So, rest this time around. The breath
They say is hardest thing to stop; recall,
Evoke my face! You float above my head.
I type these words upon the death of them
Who touched my life. This saga tells your tale,
Report to life not death; do read these words.
Your verse will find another soul to move.
In ways of faithfulness your heart did pause,
I'm moved to speak your thoughts of days of old...
Will shine in memories carved in golden leaf.
YOU ARE READING
Sonnets Written by Olan L. Smith
PoetryI am moving many of my singly published poems into collections, and in this collection will reside all my sonnets I have written, and will write in the future--I hope you enjoy. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones. (Cover credit...
