Sonnet 12

As shadows blow in on the breeze of night
What hidden power’s borne upon the wind
To offer artist clarity and sight
For vision-granting darkness opens minds

And open minds have eyes that see beyond
The obvious presented them by day
Allowed a respite from their purpose-bond
They focus on the telling, darken’d way

So by the dark my tragedy is clear
And hugg’d by night I feel the most alone
For she is far whom I would have be near
Though I have made my heart to her well-known

As form may we become, ironic’lly
For sonnets end as I would have us be