Poem: Sonnet No. 1

Threads of Arras

Whenever I take up this pen, thinking
I should write something describing what it's
Like to see you while this subtle aching
Leaves my heart in purple and crimson fits --
Yielding, then resisting the force that binds
Our lives together when we fall in love --
Underneath the sharp language of our minds,
My pen scratches out the hidden threads of
Arras you create inside me (all their
Richly-colored weaves softly tapped when you
Respond to my reticence with a dare:
Your usual kindly 'Hi' or 'How are you?').
Mostly though, I wonder if you realize
Everything I dream when I dream your eyes?

~Mike Duron (composed December 13th, 2001)