Slowing window of time does much aggrieve,
Patient efforts that I must now employ.
Doubting that this pain shall ever relieve,
Devoid of a presence I do enjoy.
Trials of appertaining tedium,
Favors dreaming; thus awake through daylight.
Stumbling amid this shadowed medium,
Empty day leads to isolated night.
Respite arrives like a deep breath of air,
When your voice crosses over the threshold.
Stepping into to my arms without a care,
Allowed living dream; embraces unfold.
Visions cloud over; nothing more to see,
For the dream begins; you are here with me.
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Sweet!
Oh, the pain of separation, sweetly quelled by arrival. This is a delight.
Note about Elizabethan pronouns - when the noun following begins with a consonant use thy, with a vowel, thine. Exception thine (h)eart.
Your verb conjugations are odd too - dost is second person (familiar) and doth is third person. They are three hundred years or more out of date. Modern speech is not impossible in sonnets.
Anyway, lovely emotional expression, and a sense that many can share.
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You're right of course... I was sort of caught in an Elizabethan web for the last few days, and the rules were of course... unclear.
Thank you for the pointers, I have edited to be less obtuse
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