Alma de Color

I decided to be terribly cliché this year and post something in the spirit of romance and lovey-dovey poetry. I wrote these two sonnets some years ago, and might even post a third eventually, if I feel uber inspired to write a new one. Voy a traducir mis sonetos, aunque no tendrán la misma forma correcta de un soneto en español. Mist My love is vague and fleeting after rain, Like twilight he is neither day nor night, I often dream, beneath the stars have lain, In hope he might transpire upon my sight. Most oft he blurs the visage trapped behind His cloak of swirling droplets. Just as I Reach out to touch, he disappears on wind; He comes and goes upon my ling'rng sigh. On silv'ry threads he shivers, then he shines, With kiss of light from quiv'ring gentle breeze To tease and tug upon the lethal lines But won't be caught; entrapped by none of these. To see my love, await the coming down, When fears and all obscurities are gone. Neblina Mi amor es vago y efím