Reyvrex Questor Reyes


Love Sonnet 96: 'As twilight creeps towards the night to come, '


As twilight creeps towards the night to come,
And day retreats covered by fading light,
Might I review the mess life has become,
To find yet episodes that could delight;
Such times are few, and spread too far between,
If but to spice moments one has to spend,
And must not do without, as I have seen,
When most that I have done to failures lend;
But you, my love, bring me clearest of skies,
That fills complete even my scanty means,
Not to begrudge those things the world denies,
But grateful yet, God gave the best of queens;
.......That in my sleep the sweetest dreams accord,
.......As dreams of Heaven I could well afford.

Submitted: Thursday, May 30, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013
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