Almost...a Sonnet

Almost I feel you like it used to be

Perched on the brink of both future and past

Watching the twilight sweep over the lea

Shadows beginning to lower their masts

Almost I hear the murmur of the waves

Rushing, receding, holding, letting go

Pushing life’s moments to aerial graves

Without depleting their subaqueous flow

Almost I taste your whisper on my lips

Trembling as when I welcomed your first touch

Almost I reach with wanton fingertips

Into the sky for things hands cannot clutch

Almost I feel what once surely had been

Save for the miles and the years in between

Striving for self is grossest vanity

Time is insistent, thus I must turn loose

The wants God never intended for me

Lest they become an invisible noose

Here on the edge of morrow’s yesterday

I dare not covet what no longer is

The heart is both hunter and tenuous prey

I do not plead for one last farewell kiss

Yet, no one will suffer for me, your good-bye

Or weep wrenching tears of beautiful love

And now as twilight devours the sky

You slip from me like a hand from a glove

Forgive me, dear Lord, I am surely a fool

Beggar and king must adhere to Time’s rule

Darling, almost I feel the warmth of your sigh

Soft on my skin where time renders its mark

Somewhere the sea, like a lover’s lullaby

Croons its endearments to us through the dark

Parting is beautiful sorrow, they say

I’d choose a humbler delight in your arms

Almost I cannot relinquish this day

Though I have danced, reveling in its charms

It simply expands the missing of you

As history claims its vulnerable gasp

Almost, I cannot bear this shade of blue

Prying your silver swan-song from my grasp

Almost I hear you cajoling its sheen

Save for the ocean of moments between

J~

Poetic Bloomings invites us to share our favorite in-form form to close out the year.
Mine is the Sonnet.