Sonnet 254

The mortal soul must pass, yes this I know
But none have yet returned to truly tell
What vehicle of transit took them so
Or if their final stop was heaven or hell.
Yes many claim of voices heard in dreams,
Fantastic phantoms seen in seance rooms,
Strange visitations witnessed ‘neath moon beams
Or apparitions wandering in the gloom;
The only thing that’s sure is here and now,
That in my arms your blessed truth I hold,
That we have lived a life in total love
And etched our history in a book of gold.
Of what’s to come, I’ll say I have no fear;
Where love shall lead, I’m sure we’ll both be there.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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