Sonnet, The Moments And Hours (From, The Lost Sonnets)

The moments and hours are coming more clear From darkening thoughts and spirits of grief, Words been said - pass on like aperitif And sometimes an advise away will steer; We are to our believes all to adhere Judge all history - what comes in a brief, For that's man conviction to trust and belief What stands to his breast most dearest and near. There is a dim winter where one goes forth Scatter around the dahlias and roses, While the whimpered warning whistle cried; Darkness's now dripping to earth bleeding swarth Further into the denial closes, The one suffering - who vanished and died.