

Sonnet IO Mother, Let Me Off Across the LakeSonnet I
O Mother, let me off across the lake, As my lover waits on the other side. My love is true, and my anguish not fake. Time’s war being lost, let not love subside, It’s what you give; attune yourself to love. O Mother, she waits, a receding rose, Alternating truth, while looking above. My angst-ridden heart, like the bliss of foes. O Mother distract me not with your phlox. What about love you need not to say? Your content birds sit mockingly on rocks, Let not this torment any further stay Deity do
Siren