Count-di-Luna

The White Dove In sweetest dream I saw the girl I love, the one who makes my heart go wild with joy, take off and circle as a free, white Dove at last allowed to feel, and more, enjoy. In clearest day I saw the girl I love, the one who always sends my mind adrift to seek, in dreams, that other soaring dove, and finding her, to close this aching rift. In darkest night I heard the girl I love, she came to me and spoke of faith and hope, and then, when night turned day, I saw my dove, and asked if we might not, as one, elope. Today, again, I saw the girl I love; she was the dove in company above.

Sonnet nr. 7 Chances lost You are my dear Tatiana and remorse, for looking back upon my dawn, my youth, the mem'ry past does haunt my chosen course like ghost, in shape and form of time's old tooth. I am your fool, your childhood ghost returned, Onegin was my name forever lost, the price of walking thus, with head upturned in adolescent pride – how much it cost! You gave yourself to me in tender love, in me you willingly entrusted all: your inn'cent soul, your life with all above, and only to be met by hardened wall. Then did I tell you no, my voice so cool, now tears, my winter come, my poor old fool.  //Count-di-Luna 2007-0

Sonnet nr. 6 The quiet admirer Love is wound invisible on flesh, yet invades our mind, body and soul, halting our heart to begin afresh in a fev'rish haze, a lightless hole. Once hot, once cold - we do sweat and freeze on the whim of Amor's impish glee, who sees us all like a little breeze too soft to carry our ardent plea. Alas! A blessing and a curse alike, we wish it and wish it not the same, for so taken by the one we like, each breath becomes a euphoric chain. So with much to lose and much to gain, your quiet admir'r, I remain.  //Count-di-Luna - 2007-02-10

Salvation Whence it came I know not, nor shall I ever, but once settled in my mind I was hard pressed to consider anything but a career as a lawyer. Having thus expressed my sincere desire to study the law, I was sent into the excellent care of one Mr. Tilt. I was then not one and twenty, but already decided on my future vocation. I had been born thus: self-assured and determined to such degree as to border on single-mindedness, yet I would never allow my path to success to crush, or even to damage that of another person, no matter how much below me that individual might be. I flatter myself in thinking my character, at that time, good, even