I’ll Dance Again - Sonnet 29

Come weep with me: for I have dulled my mind

With witless pleasure and a penitence

To be misheard. O, how the heavens sense

My music here is shattered, hard to find

Obscured with foggy whispers in the night,

Tuned so I cannot dance in dying age

That lines the dull horizon, cracked with change

And etched on greying stones in fading light.

Yet when my vision clears, I hear the rain

Beginning just to part in two, and then,

With flutelike strokes the pianist knows again,

I know I have not lost; rather, I gain

A melody, and thaw my very soul;

In time, I’ll dance again with mended whole.