a collection of literature from poets, bards, songwriters, and skalds in the SCA

Sonette XXVIII

Poem (Canso): 

From darkness cold I make my way to light,
Though before me the path seems no more clear
But to display my single shadow near.
Hope I that my love is shrouded by night!
If only her face moved within my sight
To give me assurance and needed cheer.
O love, that thy release I could but hear,
Then would I laugh before these gates of blight
And herald loud thy return to God’s land.
But some impish thing about me did spin
A cloak of doubt and fear made by Fate’s hand.
Let our speed grow more as my hope grows thin.
Love lost and found again hath heavy toll,
But to be lost again cost man his soul.