Sonnet: Seasons Of Love Poem by Dante Rose

My mind exorcised, yearnings bolt and die
Etchings stricken from our satin page
Injustice pales my voice, truth drowned by lies
Retreating now from the war I cannot wage

How can I quench your tears, break this lover’s trance?
Oak-wood eyes shadowed by interpellation
Surrounded by ice, I dare not to glance
For fear of lighting your imagination

Footsteps call up the new morning sun
As dust clouds rise before the ethereal dawn
Ivory fingers sprout as new vines from
A glistening palm, roseate and warm

As your eyes absorb, her velvet contours swirl
Damascus stands before, and your new white flag unfurls