Kevin Olsen: Poet

“Girls of Concordia”
Sonnet 176
4/5/01

Well, I must away. Dawn draws nigh and this celestial dream
Of angelic visions must take its rest
In the daily burdens that cloud my mind’s searching gleam.
Until once again as the night’s silent mist
Awakens the sleeping wings of those aerial maidens,
And they wing their flight o’re dragon and fire
To caress my hidden senses with their sweetest kisses–
In the memory I cherish every night time hour.
The day I left my home for glory and the town
Was the day I found those faeries with the lacey eyes,
Who in their smiles I drowned
And found the perfect way to die.