Somber Sonet

The way the petals fall upon my sigh reveals my blight

Just another somber moment, not another soul in sight

In my innermost creation I see souls without a face

In my darkest hour longer in my path without a trace

And the way the limbs are dancing are just not quite me tonight

Not another way to feel the way I see me in the light

I have crossed mountains, rivers, swamps and pastures in my days

All in search of new salvations and new excursions and forays

And for what? A cup of coffee? A grain of salt?

Another step unbroken in the highty great grant waltz?

The way myself still lingers in this moment is just absurd

But how? And when? And in what direction?

Is it gonna move itself? Maybe it’s just a mere reflection?

But perhaps in it’s way, it can tell me a simple word