Sonnet, Wandering Ways

Some much outside's of its wandering ways Filling the emptiness with lonely vow Circling around in its high keys and low Making all wishes of what becomes days Dreams never standing still in their flying bays All must come under like sun shining glow Or rising tomorrow in its future slow Temperaments of moods in its many plays Love songs of dark thru the light time of years Giving of space that never comes all true Like flickering stars in heaven lone tears Making their devotion in moment's renew Days going by thru the blackness of their flight Returning up again when there is more light