Sonnet XIX

The point’s cold and piercing... in the offing
where gleams can reach and scratch a worn-out tsata*
of endless lands. Beneath the crown’s an orphan,
deep-dreary face of sky, alike Erato*.
It wasn’t iconized since Lears lay coffined,
dissembled as the light on quotes. Its status
is known to true believers, they so often
reveal it through their tearful pain and gratis.
If soul and heart could have a hole-less pocket
filled up to brim with singing and blue flowers
where would I find rubatos* steeped in gossips?
For all I said I made a crib to rock it.
For all I know it’s worth to hear and scour,
catch last exhales of everlasting tocsin.

*tsata - an old gold or silver ornament attached to the oklad (decorative metal cover) of an icon, near the neck of the figure
*Erato - Greek myth the Muse of love poetry
*rubatos - rhythmic flexibility within a phrase or measure; a relaxation of strict time.