A/N: Hey there constant reader, or new listeners. As you might have noticed I've picked up this poetry to Sirius. Yay! I deleted the old poem because at this point in time I found it to be very limiting, and not true poetry at all. I've grown from it, and here is the result. These poems, primarily sonnets, will be addressed to my ever devoted muse, Sirius Black. I invite you to read, and comment on my poetry. It is vital to me as an artist to see how people react to my art form, so please, some constructive crit. is amazing for me. Thanks guys, let the poetry commence.
Sonnet 1
I can feel your cool breath through the distance
between cities, artic waves, past white clouds.
Your temper is short, lacking subsistence;
you can sense my phobia in the crowds.
You're painted in my Technicolor dreams,
with a girl, far prettier than I plead.
Only deaf, would be freed of savage screams
that implode over again in my need.
I can remember us in Old Bethpage,
with feathered hats and bonnets, holding me
to you. Trapped in a tarnished silver cage;
your love: unfair share of Canary seed.
And though I yearn for you to be my own,
your tangled mind keeps me content alone.