Sonnet, Sweet Sounds (From, The Lost Sonnets)

Sweet sounds they sing to the world forever As day becomes a night within an hour, Or sunshine fills with clouds and rain shower Tranquil blossom will grow and endeavor; Become preserved in memories or never Finely woven golden ray bower, With emotions to enchant or empower Pure to the highest - clear to the clever. Oh fairy-tale reject me not in esprit mood My raving moment the best I can give, Your limbs in the air like voice of honey; I find no moment pale nor proud or rude, For all your singing is for me to live And further out to the darkness I'll see.