Labyrinthian
Sonnet IV — lost within yourself
Published in
Nov 20, 2023
Whereto my mind has gone this late at night —
I dare not dream of what three eyes may see;
For in these times of fate oft steeped in plight,
Will bent to shape the farce in which you plead;
I see the walls within this house of mine
Cast forth new forms beyond eternity;
Suffused therein the throes of endless time,
Rewound and bound by newfound certainty;
Mayhaps your fates create new lines benign,
Or have they been ordained beneath the tree?
To know the peace of when the stars align,
You first must delve into the blackest sea;
Shall I not find my way out of this maze,
Remember me as in my glory days.
© Adam Ray Cronk 2023
