SONNET #2

 

If I were to think upon a lost love
I would have to think no farther than twice
two years' time, when my heart was borne above
starry skies and dropped to earth.  Twas the price
of fool's folly and youth's extravagance,
lusting after another, expecting
fulfillment of boyish dreams of romance,
finding only a vacant, empty thing
where her heart should be.  She was not unkind,
only too kind, and I could not restore
myself to the vision, once in my mind,
of where I was headed not long before,
   a faithful seeker of widsom since lost,
   ere my verdant summer's heart filled with frost.

 

---jrw 10:41pm
10-24-94