Red Sheet Sonnet

The crash of the noise that overtook the eye
Cascade and come clogging with careless stone.
A vast tundra. (assuming all is shown)
And breathless beast can never walk this sky;
The air too thick with the blindness to cry.
This span of time needs a bridge to the tone
For the wounded weep, and all are alone;
The faithful (now foreign) forgetting to die.
And yet, with a ringing, the paths emerge.
A sigh and a shiver, fetal I hear
The re-energizing of blood to surge.
Breathing returns to the bliss of my ear.
Heavy (the hands longing) may on the verge
Bring me back to the red sheets I hold dear.