Quasi-Shakespearean Sonnet_3

You are untouchable as ghost

And unpredictable as guest.

A secret subject not for boast.

What treasure hides in empty chest?

 

A distance free of destination.

A chasm free of rendezvous.

A Dream? A Phantom? A Temptation?

What kind of nature aren’t You?

 

When miss is missed as fulfilled mission,

an endless searching needs no more.

And as a frame I am for vision,

for loving spring an open door…

 

A castle storming with a gale

is hold by me and not for sale.

 

29/07/2015