Sonnet Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

I love how we're wrapped in our old-style world,
Drifting like a frail piece of thistledown,
Floated by evergreen breezes and curled
Around and in and through our song that's grown.
I've forgotten the sound of nothing there,
And hollow inside and the smell of brine.
You make the emperor's safe cloak I wear
As we sweeten vinegar tastes with wine.
So hold both hands and smile into my smile,
And a thousand waves could crash where we stand,
A thousand hurricanes tear at us while
A thousand earthquakes shake and crack the land..
You take a tired worn man and make him more.
Now every day he knows what hearts beat for.