"sonnet8"

into this place she finds thee borne
her gentle soul 'tween thee is torn
she offers grace upon the wind
celestial voice in sound does sin
and purge its dark from light's discourse
in silence or in code of morse
when code of choice is silence best
then silence best is best expressed
from light's dark light as light does bend
and from that bend an arc extends
so neatly round that darkened girl
that girl so dark in silence swirls
a seamless seam unfurls her light
and burns an edge into the night

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
14apr05