Sonnet 2

So long have I been veil’d and left to long
Alone here for Her gentle freeing hand
Imprisoned by this shroud of hardened sand
With walls emotionless, unfeeling, strong

I plead: let Sensitivity touch me
But Her pure essence cannot pierce the veil
If only sand were glass I might prevail
To let Her shining light my mind’s eye see

However, courting art of highest form
Can find me the sensation that I seek
It sets the sand aflame with fire Greek
And fills me full of both the cold and warm

For though the dueling tempers breach the wall
‘Tis better having both than none at all