Solaces for Sonnets

Solaces for Sonnets

There is a sun that burns wings
Of eagles who fly near.

A moon the kisses the sun,
And all the stars above
Kiss the dirt beneath my feet.

But the earth never sings
Solaces for sonnets dear.

Across the river’s run
The shade and the dove,
Have given me kisses so sweet.

And all these are things,
I did forget how to hear.

The sounds of the gun,
Are soothed in love
blazed for death and deceit.