Sonnet Iii

Your heart speeds up you cannot speak, You feel a fever in your brain. You notice your pores have sprouted leaks, You feel you've gone insane. There's a lump inside your throat, There's a weakness in your knees. There is a vision on which you dote, That on your heart holds a lease. There's only time, cause there is no cure, For symptoms that vex you so. But for the short term they will endure, As surely as the wind does blow. The fever will break, the leaks will cease, Sanity will return as does the breeze. 9/26/11 Alton Texas