Labyrinthian

Sonnet IV — lost within yourself

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

Whereto my mind has gone this late at night —
I dare not dream of what three eyes may see;
For in these times of fate oft steeped in plight,
Will bent to shape the farce in which you plead;

I see the walls within this house of mine
Cast forth new forms beyond eternity;
Suffused…