Sonnetry To Avoid Doing Something Productive. :-)

.....I have just been supremely uninspired to do anything remotely productive, so I started scribbling on some sonnetry. Now that I have it out of my system, I should go and grab some blue dye from Madrun and see how far I can make it on my banner today.

The cup of gold shines brightly in my dreams.
Its power feeding my heart from its spring.
An inner pulsing light with Love's warm beams.
From source renewing ever it will bring.

I reach to grasp this icon to my chest,
The silken strands of mist shroud gloried rite.
My hands clench naught by shades of empty jest,
With sympathy a kiss divine will bite.

Illusion it seems to this mortal life.
A fantasy to dull a restless mind.
Yet deities speak with their voices rife,
Words ethereal cast spells that could bind.

When the divine can not be seen nor born.
Accept what heart and soul to life adorn.

.....I'm starting to get to the point where I might be able to submit fifty sonnets for the 5YC celebrations. I might have to give some thought to that.

.....Time for a lunch something I think. I'll see if TBT is at a good stopping point. She's actually being artistic today, a very good thing for the world. :-)

.....Aaron / Arontius.