A SONNET AS A TALISMAN

To keep you safe from harm

(with which the world’s beset)

I give you this amulet

to always wear, a charm

To feed the soul that pines

and ward off times of hurt

the evil eye avert

from those to love inclined

Sky-fallen though it were

this incantation rare

In shooting-star-light brought

I scored the silver sigil

SINE AMORE NIHIL

without love there is naught.