"sonnet13"

stand still do i with you so far
the moon crest night and twinkling star
so much unsaid my mouth has closed
my thoughts for you now in repose
the course has turned to my dislike
i kneel not now to serve your likes
wonder i with need to serve you
thy fondest words remain the cue
`tis not me to thee do question
rather court this situation
save for our words is all that joined
unable were our thirsty loins
i miss our time when we were our
ticking hand and chiming hour

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
11aug05