Conjuring of Light: A Sonnet

I sculpt with ink-stained, steady hands,
Weaving hints of hope in twilight's tender air;
Each metaphor, a spark that softly lands
On parchment dreams spun with a poet's care.

In whispered waves, my words awaken night,
Carving cadence with crisp consonant calls;
Assonant echos glow in fading light,
As soulful sounds surge where darkness falls.

These vibrant visions bloom in veiled confines,
Illuminating depths where secrets sleep;
In rhythmic pulse the soul's true form defines-
Art's alchemy unchains what shadows keep.

So from each stanza's spark
My verses take their flight,
Finding their freedom
In each line of light.