(This is the first sonnet I’ve written in years.)

Fear not, O Universe, the taking eyes of man
(Embracing close your swirling spheres of fire),
Nor shrink from reaching hands that would you grasp
And purify your globes with calm desire.
You’re not alone now as you were before—
When thought was not, nor any hopeful scheme;
You’re wanted wholly, sought into your core,
To fill the hunger of a dreamer’s dream.
This ball beneath man’s foot, those unchained stars,
Shake fascination through his questing mind;
He trembles—-but with joy; then flies to Mars,
And all that’s passed is noted, measured, signed.
The taking eyes of Love hold all in thrall,
And Universe, you’ve got a master after all.