psilomind
02-14-2003, 06:44 PM
Fellower's Sonnet
A widow's dove carves virtue upon a hand
A feather freed before time transgressed
A message resented by the will of a madman
And a scarlet ribbon now shown upon his breast
And now she sheds beneath the midnight sun
The tear that hid the night before
And prays the dove will one day come
With will of that which he abhors
Yet a shine aloof shows a vacant man
Cursing the distant light in jest
Who now returns with dove in hand
And lays his soul, his own to rest
But if only, if only he could remember
That he was her Jacob Fellower
A widow's dove carves virtue upon a hand
A feather freed before time transgressed
A message resented by the will of a madman
And a scarlet ribbon now shown upon his breast
And now she sheds beneath the midnight sun
The tear that hid the night before
And prays the dove will one day come
With will of that which he abhors
Yet a shine aloof shows a vacant man
Cursing the distant light in jest
Who now returns with dove in hand
And lays his soul, his own to rest
But if only, if only he could remember
That he was her Jacob Fellower