Sonnet at
Register Rock
I look upon these traces with regret
Of younger days would not to be forgot.
That weighted droplets keep our temporal lot
When them decease to mortalty's attest!
Each whisper summons me into as yet
Immortalty determinedly would not
Assent. Disquieted Adam's sons begot
Who cry primeval yearns immortal rest.
Lament and stammer, weep for certain loss,
For innocence so soon whose debt is called.
I wrap myself in that unfolding cloth,
A tapestry enfolding history, all
With skillful boast, long wherein men have sought
For hidden meanings, embraced their destined call.
J Nguyen Knight