First Sonnet

First Sonnet

Give my love armor, protection of will
that greed and hate can never penetrate,
and I a soft place in his heart might fill
until my dieing light fall, a promise wait.
I shall forever dream he be my king,
alone in highest castle window view
landscape rich, where birds of liberation sing
from branches strong, leaved in vibrant hue.
His journeys fair, a starlight beckon shine,
a wind his spirit guide cross fields of time
precarious nature and poet intertwine
to challenge storms impervious in rhyme.
Give my love a compass to guide him home
where on his lips waits kiss of honeycomb.