Sonnet 685

A blossom fell into a quiet pond
Its ripples ringed the water to the shore,
Disturbance stilled, the pond returned to calm,
Yet stirred a fish to surface and explore—
There rising to the floret, kissed its stem
To ascertain if it were heaven’s handsel
Then vanished in the dream-soaked depths again
To roam the dark subaqueous savannah.
That floweret now carried by the wind,
White petal sails upon a darkling sea
Soon stuck between two water lilies, pinned;
Awaiting for some gust to set it free—
I often muse upon that hapless flower,
Reflecting on the charge of heaven’s power.

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Sonnet 684

Whoever thought that love would last forever
May not have known of ruin’s varied forms,
For all things born of earth are doomed to sever
As surely as the sun will rise each morn.
Inception is the point we start our dying
For life is but the span ‘twixt birth and death,
Illusions of the heart forever vying
For fleeting proof in every mortal breath.
But life is life; the soul gives life its meaning—
And senses five bestow what psyches see
So that gestalt that mingles with our being
Is what we are and what we’ll ever be.
What matters more is measured not by span…
But in the time when hearts and souls were one.

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Sonnet 683

The greatest crown of love is loyalty;
The staunch conviction: two hearts beat as one
Within life’s realm of trust and sanctity,
Where sacred oaths can never be undone.
Here lies the purest form of human faith,
Love’s solid pledge to Heaven’s God above—
Soul embracing soul in celestial grace,
Entwined forever in enduring love.
So may such unions stand as glory-blessed
Where trials may rack, yet love stays ever true
And of stout bonds that evil may dare test—
Fealty born of truth—binds me to you.
No greater rapture on this earth to find
Than hearts united, timeless and divine.

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Sonnet 682

You carry all your beauty in your heart
And what shines forth is but the overflow;
True fairness sets you nobly apart
For from the inside out, your beauty glows.
If all the world judged virtue by a smile,
Then every lovely would be truly seen—
Still, paradox and artifice beguile,
To mask the grace of that bright light within.
But no not you! Not ever you my dear!
For in your soul both truth and beauty shine;
A peerless spirit void of pride or fear,
Whose essence burns in this, and every line.
Though I might scour the earth by hope in kind,
— No paragon your equal could I find.

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Sonnet 681

She held iambic verse within her heart—
Its rhythm pulsed within her living veins,
And lyric vision set her soul apart—
From life’s peculiar and prosaic strains.
She mastered love in every shape and form
And with a glance moved every gazer there;
Her angered voice could call up fervent storms—
Her frown alone could lead one to despair.
Endowed with zeal by some crazed errant god,
She fell to earth—a darling daring soul—
And though she bore an air considered odd,
Brought every critic to her spellbound fold.
Yet when she vanished, none recalled her name…
Though someone swore, it seemed to rhyme with “fame”.

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Sonnet 680

No peace more perfect than a virgin snow;
Sweet lambs of heaven softly drifting down,
Shepherded by zephyrs in a silent show
Whose algid arms now swirl them around.
Yet waft they must in blessed and breathless flight
To gently rest on reverent green copse boughs—
Upraised in prayer, in Yuletide’s holy light,
Like argent angels wrapped in feather down.
Frost now etches the world in Elysian dreams,
Each pane adorned with silver filigree;
God’s blanket of redemption—pure, supreme—
Swaddles the world in hushed serenity.
Asleep as on the breast of Abraham:
Awaiting Spring—and hope’s redeeming Lamb!

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Sonnet 679

Though laboring long in dark obscurity
With naught but love, a candle and a pen,
Proud ink still flowing with such surety
As words recall your elegance again.
If I could capture beauty on a page
Or hold pure rapture in a single line,
Exacting so a poet’s highest wage
As he pours out his heart in aching rhyme;
Perhaps of peerless beauty I might tell
Where humble verse might glow in borrowed light
Revealing so an essence that could  quell
The harshest critics and their stygian spite—
All words fall short where there is no compare.
What lyric lauds an angel half so fair?

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Sonnet 678

Perhaps you did not love me at the first
Though I was smitten when I caught your gaze
While calming doves within, did the best I durst
To find a voice with something wise to say.
You smiled a cryptic smile from ages past,
Of Cleopatra, Helen and Belinda—
While I betrayed a face as if aghast,
Fearing your sweet smile might be rescinded.
As hope decreed, the loveliness you wore
Appeared a moonlit presence by my side
And Selena, the Christian name you bore,
The mighty force that moved me like the tide.
Soon pure celestial joy pledged as my wife—
And as God bade, her light became my life.

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Sonnet 677

Love like a river flows both fast and slow
Yet ever onward to a boundless sea,
Past many shore side pageants it must go
Along life’s journey to eternity.
I sprang from mountain springs in carefree days
And from those heights did laugh and babble on
Drawn forth by faith’s sure gravity of ways,
O’er cataracts and rapids sang my song.
At some sweet confluence our lives entwined
And love with warmer love commingled there,
Your heart became my heart as souls aligned
And we surged onward with one course to share;
Though brackish water shall touch streams in time,
Love’s alluvium shall mark that course sublime.

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Angelic Light

Sheer, sleek and gentle as the velvet night,
The moon bowl pouring out her ivory white
That spilled through lattice on your eider bed
Gilding the curls that crowned your dainty head.
A quilt of ermine graced your sleeping form
On opalescent clouds so soft and warm…
Argental dreams did ghost that lustrous lair,
Sweet silvern goddess buoyed on oyster air:
A snowdrop blooming at some sterling ball—
Albescent angels dancing in the hall;
Milk satin butterfly at some vernal fest—
Eclipsing hues in your canescent best.
From secret sable shadows, still, serene
I gazed out on that pale pearlescent scene
Then joined you in phantasms of delight,
A darkling moth drawn to candescent light;
Content to flutter madly ‘round your glow—
Bedazzled by a luster few shall know.

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