Seek me not but after every summer’s end; <br />Among withered flowers in meadow’s breeze and embers blend, <br />Behind the lonesome fog, my name wandered free <br />On all the reeks I left nothing, but painted glee <br />On lonely clouds thy face I sought not <br />But thy contour I tried; my mind forgot <br />A melody of pleasant memories, in the air will write <br />Will ripple, wander upon midnight gleaming bright <br />I shall sing for you every minute our story goes <br />Of love songs I fear; something seemed to lose <br />Maybe lost alone, from breeze passing by; <br />Or, wandered upon ripples of nature’s cry. <br />From behind reeks, sullen clouds; melodies ring <br />I shall remain, thy melody for thee I shall sing.<br /><br />Maia Padua<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-ii-43/
