Sonnet – So Sweet Unrest

Stars are lonely though steadfast in their way In the gleaming splendor on so brightly Of the eternal lids of the nightly Till the twilight morn again meets the new day In flowing of light in its glow up and lay Like perfect sky coming up so lightly In its hours of tender of moods and rightly When a dawn gives colors from falling gray That flowed on in its softly rising leap When again my dreams to the earth are awake For each reality to comprehend and keep And the heart again to sleep from its ache All moods from before night - so sweet unrest! That those hours of dim set up on my breast *With this picture at flickr: http: //www.flickr.com/photos/peter_s_quinn/3989217484/