Narrated by James Poem by James Wolner A Sonnet To tell the things these eyes of life have seen Through fifty-two apple-colored autumns and summers and winters and growing springs Some flowers were framed, some thorns forgotten And when my sun seemed sometimes weak and done My shadow grew grey in garden gravels And wanted to run when love came undone Or retreat to remote lonesome travels But your beauty behaves with no boundaries and your light sees my beginning of time while whispering new winds spin all ‘round me Your singing-sweet smiles are rhyming with mine No viking no peasant no lord nor king Have held someone brighter than you my queen Yurodivy Media