Sonnet 346

Even the black finality of death
Shall not yet ever end your wondrous song,
Much as sweet music or a rose’s breath
Upon their seeming end, still linger on.
All eyes that gaze have etched upon their mind
The scintillations of your memory
Which strangely do enhance with passing time
While others fade into obscurity.
Through out the ages sylphs begat from heaven
Have walked the earth yet few by name we know,
Cornelia, Cleopatra, Helen?
Into that silent crypt all others go.
Of storied time which fortune bears or bars,
I write the name Selena in the stars.

©Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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