The Failed Sonnet

A dragon snarls in the flower bed,
As snaps the cold and docile day;
An eskimo kiss says words unsaid,
And frost alights on those who stay.
Unruly conquest of worlds unknown,
All because fear is too hard to bear,
And yet we long to see mysteries shown,
Just to wonder what more lies "out there."
The stained glass colors the True Light's descent,
But more lies above those panes of taint;
An eagle bursts into majestic ascent,
As unhindered light undoes brightness faint.
A broken pencil rests deceased,
In shaded dirt of afternoon;
A butterfly's wings transform into feasts,
For ants that are greedy too soon.
Do we yet know what next may come
As moments change in eternity's race?
That thing called time, we mistake for life,
And make too quick our endless pace.
There comes a time to any sum,
Of those who would see good days,
That losses weighed and counted strife,
Be outdone by the kindred soul's praise.
So be adventure in the hearts of the wild,
And beauty in the depths of the deep;
The collective We is more than when severed,
And those we love are those we should keep.
Let free the frown, unloose the smile,
Let wings unfurl in ascending Light,
Be not afraid of a dragon's snarl,
But hand-in-hand, we shall take on the night.

Ponder these things, if you so desire,

The meaning is yours on which to conspire.