Dual Sense

Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #38

I have so willingly parted with the world
For Thy spirit’s riches aplenty:
I marvelled at Thy blue and sky
For dreams enchanted of Thy immortal scent.

In waking or when drowned in the mire
A sense of Thy sun my nourishing mead:
Thy spirit moves me heavenward towards Thy light,
While Thy feet pummel me down to dungeons dire.

I parley with Thy spirit in my enamoured sanctum,
My heart turns to Thy sunshine and bliss:
I wrestle with Thee still and refuse Thy kiss
In my moorland of pain and demented dream.

At times I wake up in Thy breast and wonder,
“Aren’t Thou and I one spirit here and yonder?”