YOUR SONNET FOR MOTLEY SINS IN THE LAND OF SOLACE

The solid flow of water, of You
A river of innocence, hence foretold;
In endless streams of Wavering Truth-
Your Nemesis: The Waterfalls of Cold

The past on rocks, grime, and mold
You’ve sunken leave beneath heavy sand
Ridges of nature’s dam(ned), where mountains unfold
Grass for your muddy pathway’s demand.

Your leafless tree branched untouched hands,
Lightning knives and thunder crack.
The Land of Solace stances dance;
Confusion: Your constant in swirls of Black

The lights have dimmed, through exquisite winds,
You dare not dream of forgiven sins.

-Joanna Finella
November 24th 2009.