The sun shines down with far too great a heat
For man or beast to stand beneath its might
Until a wall of white cloud intercedes
And turns the burning fire to softer light.
Behind the curtain hides a blinding flame
Too beautiful to gaze upon alone;
A mystery that man’s tongue cannot name
Although he feels its call deep in his bones.
Against all sense I strain my eyes to see
What lies obscured within the silken mist,
A hope within my heart that I might be
The one who can survive its blazing kiss.
To burn in beauty’s fire would be worthwhile;
Pray lift your veil and let me see your smile.
This is an English sonnet written late at night on April 19, 2010.