For Gol Naran (Sonnet)

My dream of life is music’s sailing sound;
We float beneath these milky, starry skies.
I sing in my own way to all the winds
That carry white-winged birds across the skies.
My song is troubled, sung in minor key,
At times when living hard makes Beauty hide;
The Jackal’s tooth has beauty of its own,
But without Love, such beauty’s falsified.
Fears become distractions; Beauty flees
And leaves behind all joy that comes from art;
My brush and pencil cannot capture Dreams
Unless my dreaming heart sets fear apart.
So I know, at last, there is no place
In my dreams for Yellow Jackal’s face.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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2 Responses to For Gol Naran (Sonnet)

  1. GolNaran says:

    So beautiful!
    Thank you so much!
    I am really honored.

    I’m going to reblog. It’s my first time to do that. I hope I can do everything correctly.

    Thank you again,
    Warmest regards, ❤

  2. GolNaran says:

    Reblogged this on GOLNARAN and commented:

    With my special thanks,

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