Sonnet 1 (Again You Search Me)
Again you search me with your gentle talk
To find my passioned heart that must be hid.
Be not surprised when, answering, I balk
And cover love with anecdotes instead.
For those things hid were once like angels' wings
That soared without a thought of what could bend
Love's brightness into subtler, darker things
And bring a young heart's soaring to an end.
This grace-filled love: a sky our God has made,
Surprises me with stirring of old wings.
Unfolded with them, fears I can't evade;
I soon imagine shadows lengthening.
If you do love me, know you also own
The darker skies these tattered wings have flown.
Again you search me with your gentle talk
To find my passioned heart that must be hid.
Be not surprised when, answering, I balk
And cover love with anecdotes instead.
For those things hid were once like angels' wings
That soared without a thought of what could bend
Love's brightness into subtler, darker things
And bring a young heart's soaring to an end.
This grace-filled love: a sky our God has made,
Surprises me with stirring of old wings.
Unfolded with them, fears I can't evade;
I soon imagine shadows lengthening.
If you do love me, know you also own
The darker skies these tattered wings have flown.