The Weight of Ages: Modern Sonnets - страница 2

Good morning, world! Let joy illuminate,

The path ahead, and seal your destined fate.

In realms of grey, where shadows softly creep,

A loveless place, devoid of warmth and light,

Where silent sorrows silently do weep,

And hope's bright flame is quenched in endless night.

The heart grows cold, a barren, frozen land,

No tender touch, no solace to be found,

An empty space, where spirits cannot stand,

And joy's sweet song is lost without a sound.

The chilling air whispers of discontent,

A lonely echo in the vacant halls,

Where love's fair promises are quickly rent,

And bitter tears like frozen raindrops fall.

Oh, loveless place, a desolate domain,

Where hearts adrift, forever feel the pain.

With eyes so bright, a spirit yet untamed,

A world of wonder held within your gaze,

A heart that beats, untarnished and unblamed,

You dance through life in sunlit, joyful haze.

Each step you take, a canvas yet unfilled,

Each word you speak, a melody so pure,

A garden where new dreams are gently tilled,

A future bright, eternally secure.

May laughter echo in your youthful years,

May kindness guide your path, both near and far,

Dispelling all your doubts and all your fears,

A shining light, a guiding, gentle star.

And as you grow, may joy still fill your days,

A child's pure heart, in countless, wondrous ways.

No doubt remains, the echoes fade away,

A clarity descends, a tranquil light.

The paths diverge, where shadows used to play,

And truth emerges, banishing the night.

The restless heart, once burdened by its fear,

Now finds a solace in a steadfast grace.

The whispered doubts, I no longer hear,

Replaced by confidence, in time and space.

For, in this moment, firm and resolute,

I stand unyielding, on a solid ground.

The future beckons, a vibrant, hopeful loot,

Where certainty and triumph can be found.

So, let us venture, with a fearless stride,

Where “No Doubt” guides us, side by side.

Shall I compare you to summer's days?

Perhaps not, love, for summer fades too fast.

The sun may scorch, and blustery winds hold sway,

And beauty's lease but for a moment cast.

But in your eyes, a light that knows no end,

A constant warmth that winter cannot quell.

Your gentle heart, a loyal, steadfast friend,

A deeper beauty does within you dwell.

No fleeting joy, no quickly vanished grace,