Flight of Sin (a sonnet)
by Janet Leister


Like a cloudy day I wear our sin,
gray skies shadow the heath.
Yours, however, lies within
like Dimmesdale, rotted beneath

As one, our hearts briefly soared
an ethereal spirit's flight.
Consigned to ashes evermore
recompense for passion's sight

Tantalized, my soul burns unatoned
as I await the phoenix return
Once branded, forever owned
devoid of earthly concern

When barriers fall and renewed hopes arise
we sail once more through translucent skies