Our chasm, an eruption, a widening fault
before you were gentle with gossamer touch
today we have burnt, and honey turned salt
cause agony’s stronger if caring too much.
The wedding band tethers with glistening ache
when dreams are laden with burden of things
when silence is trembling and bitterness shakes
warmth out of summer and green from the spring.
I find in your eyes resilience and strength
a sliver of silver, reliever of pain
reminder of past, a source for the lengths
we are willing to go, removing the stains.
We fill our lives with lavender smell
but never forgetting, eruptions from hell.
The whirligig provided me with 12 rhyming pair, so this turned into an almost rime bouté for me.. sonnets are fun, and this little narrative fitted well.
June 7, 2015