Sometimes - Sonnet

Sometimes the day is like dark night In sparkling fountain and its gloomy glow With darkish balance roots in front its flow To give away its wings of daily bright When blunt and horrid is thinking's high flight With not much to say over-fruitful go When all is in its weightless touching slow And nothing seems to be of wrong or right What tells now down into its misery? Of the radiance clouds that come out too dry In its burning and nature armory When low is its mist in its fallen sky Touch of weightless sometimes pain gives With every breast that on to it lives