Tribute to the Sun
As it stands tall on summers' mount,
e'er found among them, betwixt, about
and the shining moon's cool face aglow,
there you'll find the sun. He is
a heightened hope, burns like Below,
the long fiery rays shooting down is
a thing to rival the Cupid's Bow.
And the Sun, so shining, is eternal light;
symbolic, all ways, of our humble faith -
hot like passion and ne'er out of sight,
even behind clouds, thus as the Lord saith:
"Let there be Light" - and ever light is found
behind even shadows - oh, burn, proud Sun -
burn, simple and silent, burn without sound!
Such is a promise which will never be outrun.
e'er found among them, betwixt, about
and the shining moon's cool face aglow,
there you'll find the sun. He is
a heightened hope, burns like Below,
the long fiery rays shooting down is
a thing to rival the Cupid's Bow.
And the Sun, so shining, is eternal light;
symbolic, all ways, of our humble faith -
hot like passion and ne'er out of sight,
even behind clouds, thus as the Lord saith:
"Let there be Light" - and ever light is found
behind even shadows - oh, burn, proud Sun -
burn, simple and silent, burn without sound!
Such is a promise which will never be outrun.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is my first attempt at a Shakespearean (English) sonnet. If you're following rhyming patterns - most of you probably don't care, but oh well - I put the couplet at the beginning on purpose. So it's still a sonnet...just sort of backwards. I have attempted classical wording, too, so if you have experience in that area...erm...I tried? I have a hard time picturing a sonnet with contemporary vernacular.