Sonnet for Seven of Swords...

With a backwards glance, dancing across the lawn
Hoarding swords, disappearing into thin air
Tip toe, out you go, Thief of Thought moves on
Avoiding obligations with flourish and flair

Withdrawn and alone, hiding from truth
A world of dishonesty is then created
Keeping others at arm’s length, feeling aloof
The wisdom of such actions are debated

Dare to face the music with shoulders squared
Release secrets and open arms to embrace
Draw strength from others with thoughts that are shared
Join in the circle with honour and grace

When seeking independence and solitude
Do so with honesty, rightness and graceful attitude