The Weight of Ages: Modern Sonnets - страница 6

My endless love, for all eternity.

Though shadows fall and skies begin to weep,

And chilling winds may howl a mournful song,

Let not your spirit in the darkness sleep,

But seek the light where hope has lingered long.

For, even in the deepest, darkest night,

A single star can pierce the velvet gloom,

And guide your weary soul towards the light,

Dispelling fear, and sealing sorrow's tomb.

So, lift your chin, and let your heart take flight,

Embrace the dawn that bursts through cloudy bars,

Believe in joy, and cling to what is right,

And find the strength to reach for distant stars.

Let optimism serve as a guiding grace,

A smile to wear upon your hopeful face.

The clock's soft tick, a whisper in the air,

Proclaims the thief that steals our youth away,

Each moment lost, a burden hard to bear,

As shadows lengthen at the close of day.

The river flows, unceasing in its quest,

To join the ocean, vast and ever deep,

And leaves behind a memory at best,

Of sunlit banks where secrets used to sleep.

The future waits, a canvas yet unbright,

With possibilities that glimmer there,

While echoes linger of the fading light,

And whispers of anxieties and care.

So, seize the day, let moments brightly shine,

For, time, once lost, is never truly thine.

When shadows creep and darkness starts to reign,

And whispers sow the seeds of doubt and fear,

A steadfast heart must rise above the pain,

And hold to honour, ever drawing near.

Though tempests rage and fortunes ebb and flow,

Though gilded prizes tempt the weary soul,

True worth resides where inner virtues grow,

Beyond the reach of worldly loss or goal.

Let truth be compass, guiding every deed,

And conscience be the measure of your worth.

For, honour shines, a radiant, noble creed,

A light to lead you home from earthly dearth.

So, stand tall, let integrity be known,

And wear your honour as a cherished crown.

A gentle curve, a fleeting, sunlit grace,

A silent language spoken in the eyes,

A warmth that spreads across a weary face,

A beacon burning 'neath the cloudy skies.

It lifts the spirit, banishes the gloom,

And whispers promises of brighter days,

A fragile flower bursting into bloom,

That chases shadows with its golden rays.

A simple gift, yet powerful and deep,

It bridges distances and mends the soul,