Sonnet 7 Half Way To The Midnight Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

I am awaked, half way to the midnight
Carving in my thoughts figures out of time
Floating in mist that pales the moon just right
And watching my muses glide on some rhyme.

The wane light strings objects with unseen rope 5
Sending my glance in cirque after each stance 6
While the darkness has almost given up
To show an earth still following its dance.

I behold space with starts not so alone
And capture that world living in each word
To quell unconsciously my abandon 11
Hewing thoughts with melancholy's sweet sword 12

Hard to ignore, all my illusions stand by
And only Eolus murmurs nearby. 14
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5-.Wane ligth= the light of a waning moon.6-.In cirque=
in a circle.11-. to quell= to put a end to.12-. to hew=
to shape, as by cutting.14-.Eolus= the god of the winds.