Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Sonnet 150



Sonnet 150
Laijon Liu 20160712

This power comes from the weak and helpless
That it’s in lacking their hearts do desire
Many worlds, many many worlds we should see
The days are not bright even in sunny times
Beauty ill, rude honorable, strong weak
Things are not always what they seem
When men offer their hearts to the Mt. Everest
Then Her highest peak turns into a walking cane
Every step toward solitude, toward storms, toward stars
Every step into courage, into new dawn, to the next
Miracle sparked, kindled in primitive hands
Then the whole vast plains filled with lights and songs
We are worthy, we deserve love
We need to keep this fire alive!