You are untouchable as ghost
And unpredictable as guest.
A secret subject not for boast.
What treasure keeps this empty chest?
A distance free of destination.
A chasm free of rendezvous.
A Dream? A Fantom? A Temptation?
What kind of nature aren’t You?
When miss is missed as fulfilled mission,
an endless searching needs no more.
And only frame I am for vision,
for loving advent open door…
A castle being stormed with gale
is hold by me and not for sale.
29/07/2015
Quasi-Shakespearean Sonnet 3
© Copyright: Игорь Анатольевич Иванов, 2015
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