Sonnets: Part II

Sonnet IV

Mae

 

Mae, Thy beauty is abounding; overwhelmed am I.

You smile, and the world smiles with you; frown, and so follows the earth.

You are admired by all, we kneel at your feet; for you, I would die

I miss you before you leave, so enthralled am I, so enthralled is the earth.

Mae, Thy intelligence is a wealth; wisdom did not pass you by.

Man benefits much from your knowledge you so willingly share.

“Mae, please help us with our problems!” we cry.

And in your mercy you take pity on us in our distress; you take us into your care.

Mae, Thy pure Heart is the center of your being, the center of my life.

I am forever indebted to you, to your graces and your compassion.

Mae, I love thee more; you have now become the center of my life.

Tell me that you feel the same, tell me that you feel the passion

In my eyes and in my words. I love you, you most know this.

I love thee! Do not leave me here alone, to die alone, like this.

Sonnet V

Playwright

The play is set; the curtains still closed; the actors ready to take the stage.

The scarlet, satin curtains are pulled back now, an angel enters, stage right.

The beautiful character in a flowing white gown has no age.

The angel of God has flown in to see that everyone is safe in the night.

The playwright stands in the back, watching from the shadows.

His future relies on the reception of his work tonight.

The crowd is booing his angel of the stage, he moves from the shadows.

He goes backstage, and pulls on a white gown; he will be the angel tonight.

Enter playwright, the crowd goes quiet; they are eager to hear.

To hear what this commanding creature has to say.

The messenger of the Lord gives a warning, to inspire fear.

The crowd cheers as the angel exits; the Lord has spirited him away.

The playwright has succeeded; he has lived to write another day,

Leaving the spectators to wonder, what next will the angel say?