Acrostic Sonnet
Bright morning star that, in the frosty dawn enfurled,
Arrives like a fleeting herald of the sun,
Return, I beg, to your nocturnal world.
Return and let this silent hour run
Yet a while. Leave her in my arms to pause
Locked in this frozen twilit time.
Overturn all the temporal laws.
Vanquish therewith each clock and chime.
Eternity spent by my love’s side
Should seem like seconds racing on
Keen seconds, that pass with a marching stride
And leave me wondering where they’ve gone
Till nothing have I within my power
Except to hang upon this silent hour.
© Barry Freeman – March 1998
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