Of Pondering and Pinnacles...a Love Sonnet

 

Soundless, night sweeps its sable sea across

Blue winter dusk, and the world disappears

Beneath its wave; this day of toil and dross

Slips to the ocean of life’s rendered years

I strain to grasp its cadence on the breeze

Years taste like salt; their tears stinging my cheek

Or, is it the caress of memories

Telling those tender thoughts I cannot speak

Of love and longing, where its swan-song falls

In rippled echoes from the vaulted deep

Tripping through retrospect’s unguarded halls

Like vagabonds with no desire to sleep

They beckon and I yield to the romance

Of blue-bell burnished zephyrs and we dance

The night is warm; beneath its purple mist

The surging swell of ticking clocks subsides

There are no moments; time does not exist

Where we retrace the echo of its tides

I feel your whisper, soft against my face

The melody of moonlight gently spills

Against the shadow of thought’s keen embrace

Somewhere a dam breaks, disregarding wills

And while the lab’rer rests and dreamers dream

While winter prowls and howls outside their doors

We sail the crest of wild, uncharted streams

Marauders swept onto deserted shores

And on the banks of time’s unfettered bliss

Here we recall and touch those things we miss

Love does not fall away like tears and years

Or petals from the polestar of the rose

Its does not drift to nameless atmospheres

Dissolving in the breadth of moment-flows

We contemplate but cannot quantify

Its measurements of rhapsody and grief

Of passion-surges curtailing the sky

Or pain in swift, staggering disbelief

The dance of retrospect does not impart

One half without the other, smile and tear

Composes love-songs cradled in the heart

In canticles that only thought can hear

I hold you close but oh, I’ve come to know

Love’s pinnacle is in the letting go

© Janet Martin

Happy Valentine's Day
May it be love-ly in every way OXOX

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